October 21st, 2009

Are You Up?

My flirtation with sleepmuchless nights has continued over the months. The one night that I can remember where I've gotten a good night's sleep was at Miranda's place, on the Keetsa. I've considered sleeping pills, although I feel I'd regret that in the long run. Sunday night it got to the point where I was actually counting sheep. I wouldn't recommend it though; I always seemed to get distracted around 13 or so.

Tonight's reason for being up at 2 a.m. is a good old-fashioned nightmare. We were in the house, but a stereotypical bad guy came in and went upstairs looking for me. We then ran like the wind, out of the house and down the street. Somewhere along the way, my co-fleeer turned into a coworker of mine, and we were trying to sneak into houses because it was cold. We snuck back into my Grandma's house without knowing it was hers, and it turns out that scenario had changed -- she was the reason why we were running! She snatched my arm, and awake I was.

Look, it may not seem scary, but there was a bad man in the beginning. And if anyone remembers my Grandma pre-2000 (pre 1995, even), you'd remember that she could be pretty scary!

Now. Why isn't he home yet from work . . .