Well, again, got to sleep last night around 5, am.
Dream started out normal, not too intense, just a dream about using a washing machine, at my parents home, in their backyard, in a giant sandbox.
Hey, I said that it was not intense, not scary, didn't say it made sense!
Anyway, then it got scary. At first everything was ok like I said, then I woke up, let the dogs out, and when I went back to sleep is when it started to suck.
For the entirety of the rest of my sleep, it went like this.
I am in my car, my son is in his car seat. I have a big ass box that is somehow magically resting on the dashboard, completely obstructing my view of the freeway, on which I am driving insanely fast, and cannot slow down. Of course the whole time I am freaking out trying everything to move, and or just see around this box, that I have no idea why is there or what is in it! All the while my boy is reminding me that we are gonna crash if I am not careful! "NO SHIT!"
The best I can do is see the big cement divider things in on the side, and it seems that I am in some sort of construction zone. FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!! This goes on forever.
It doesn't end, I don't crash, just perpetual panic.
Finally I wake up. Sheets, soaked. Freezing my ass off as usual. I feel fine now, and was a little shook up for about 30 minutes, until I smoked my Marlboro Red, and dropped the kids off in the pool. But that was the latest and greatest. Although it was terrifying, it did not leave a negative nasty impression on me that lasted for most of the day as the previous ones have. So at least it wasn't as "potent".
The sweating and freezing part was still the same, but it does seem like it was not as deep impacting. So maybe that's a sign that they are loosing their effect. Hopefully!
Well that's it. Have a good night, sweet dreams.:jointsmile: