I've never really been one to have nightmares, and even when I did, I'd immediately wake up, brush it off, and go right on snoozing.
For the last two nights, however, I've been plagued by horrible, horrible nightmares. I cannot figure out why!
When John woke me up yesterday, he said that I'd been crying in my sleep all night. He had apparently tried to console me, but his efforts were in vain. I remember waking up once, shaken and confused. My own moaning had snapped me awake. But, as usual, I figured it was nothing and tried to go back to sleep. When I finally got up to start my day, I ached EVERYWHERE. I was exhausted, too, from the night of emotional, psychological warfare my mind was waging against me. Ugh.
I figured it was a fluke. I went to bed that night, fully expecting a restful, peaceful sleep. Again, however, my sleep was usurped by the most insane nightmares. Luckily, I didn't wake up nearly as achy, so at least my body was able to rest.
I dunno... I feel like that little demon sitting atop the dreaming woman is fitting. I can't help but feel like some unseen force is attempting to shift my normally peaceful mind into an angry, upset tizzy. Not much tends to bother me... but something must be itching at my subconcious...
St. John Bosco, pray for me. Angel Gabriel, guide my dreams.