Really? REALLY?!

[fictional]

Last night I dreamt that I couldn't sleep. All night long.

I was in an uncomfortable bed at a friend's house; the walls kept closing in. Lights were on. The walls were brightly colored - salmon, I think. People kept moving in and out of the room.

What new torture is this? I don't know how I'll be able to deal with dream-insomnia, for fuck's sake.

Also, my head has turned into an enormous vessel of snot. I am so sick. That's not a dream. I don't think. Unless I'm not actually posting this, in which case the end must be fucking nigh.

Jungian analysis, please?

Comments

[svilleficrecs.livejournal.com]

Perhaps the snot/sickies/breathing issues from same are making it harder for your body to drop from REM sleep (which is lighter and more active) to the deeper, reparative dreamless sleep. IIRC your body should go through that cycle several times during the night, and maybe your dream head is bitching about it to your subconscious, or vice versa.

[kalichan.livejournal.com]

I think you are very right. It's like a Jerry Springer-esque talk show in there. My dream-self needs to take a freaking valium or something. *laughs*