So, I called out of work yesterday, because I was falling asleep at traffic lights. True story. Hadn't had a decent night's sleep in three days, in spite of taking my sleep meds. Can you say S-T-R-E-S-S?
Even as exhausted as I was, I still had to take sleep meds to get to sleep during the day - took a half dose so I wouldn't sleep until like 10 PM and then be up all night. Thunder storm woke me up about 4 hours later, and I groggily passed the rest of the day at the computer, doing nothing else but getting a load of dishes on. Eventually I throw in the towel, take some sleep meds, and head for bed.
The rest of the night is spent in one hour increments, waking up and wondering WTF is going on. I have weird dreams - lots of them. Which is passing strange because if I do dream I almost never remember that I dreamed - does that make sense? But the dreams were weird, involving the meditation center, my meditation instructor, me walking around in my underwear at one point, and ending up in a tunnel / sewer some place with writing in blood (I'm assuming that's why it was red) appearing on the wall of the tunnel and disappearing as we attempted to read it by lighter / matches. I mean it was just plain not the usual kind of thing my brain chews on, or at least chews on and shares with me.
And no, I did not read any of J.C. Hutchins' "Personal Effects: Dark Art" yesterday in spite of it arriving shortly after I was awakened by the thunder storm. This was my own messed up psyche playing games with me. Why, I have no idea, but it is damned inconvenient.