Bad Dreams

Nightmares again! I was awakened sweating and terrified by the most violent of nightmares, a dream occurring in my childhood home where an unreasonable woman came into the bedroom my sister and I shared and threw one grown woman out the window onto the roof ledge where she plummeted to her death in the peaceful moonlit scene below and the other over the banister of the staircase to the same end. This woman then went across the hall to my brothers’ room, but in the dream it might have been my parents’ room. Either way I woke up and have not been able to get back to sleep.

I have no idea where such a dream came from, but I absolutely do not want to go back to bed right now. I had written a glitzy little thot about bubble blowing that feels all wrong now and am left trying to figure out what I should write.

At this point I will do almost anything, except go back to bed. Although I have memories of much frustration, such extreme violence has no place in my life. I cannot figure out where this came from. I tried the old roll over and go back to sleep thing, but the violence just followed me into an old barn where the animals in the stalls were witnesses to more violence, more terror, so here I am writing in the wee early hours of the morning.

A grown woman sitting in the light like a child, afraid of her own dreams. Imagine that!