Tiring dreams
May. 1st, 2012 04:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethDreamed I got run over by a car.
Now I'm a bit exhausted.
I went to bed a bit after midnight and now it's four thirty in the afternoon. Granted I didn't get to sleep for hours and hours but it was still dark. How do I end up sleeping this much?
I dreamed about a school that was sort of a composite school from all the schools I ever been do, with all the most awkward routes between rooms, like the one where you weren't allowed through the middle of the building so you had to go up and down stairs a lot. And the current bit at college where you have to cross the little road to the car park to get to the cultural studies lesson. Only in the dream the little road was as busy and fast as the big road outside, and everyone was trying to dash across it at random. And I got totally splatted. My dreams aspire to realism, so it wasn't just a dull thud, it was a progressive crunchy thud splash sort of thing, as bits of me impacted bits of car at high speed.
Then I woke up and decided not to leave the house today.
And went back to sleep.
And woke up in a panic that it was secretly Wednesday and I'd missed my assessment for Diss Prep.
It is still Tuesday and I didn't miss anything by sleeping all day, taking a tour through anxiety dreams of all flavours. The one where I'm in the wrong lessons, the one where I get yelled at by teachers, the up and down stairs being lost one. The one where the electric gets broken and nothing works. The one where my dress catches fire. Actually that one combined with the one where I'm wandering around wearing pyjamas and a bedsheet, so really it was a sheet catching fire on the candles that were strewn about the college because of the electrical outage. And then they got sand dumped on them to put the fire out so it wasn't spectacular, just annoying.
I think I might possibly be nervous about college this week.
I don't know why. There's no point. If I do worse than 67% it won't even count towards my final grade. And if I do better than 67%, why worry?
Blergh.
I also dreamed about my Grandad a lot. Initially he was waiting in a cafe getting lots of cups of tea and chatting with the waitress. Then there was just getting everyone organised and into the car and in seat belts, including some random small children that wouldn't stay in seatbelts. I don't know why I have that one, it's a pretty standard anxiety but I don't even know random small children. But then the car dumped us back in the past somewhere and we ended up in a bank during a bank robbery and there was a lot of shooting and while I was of course wearing kevlar (my dreams over prepare) nobody else was and that part was bad. And then there was being dumped in some sort of temporal refugee camp where everyone got a box of raw fresh vegetables for their food. Gradad said something about at least he'd have something to do all day, trying to chew that lot. And then somehow there was a bit where he got in a battle with a giant kraken, while wielding lightning. Which was a bit unusual. I mean, drinking tea and joking about food are activities I associate with my Grandad, but throwing lightning around is not. Still, he won. The kraken dived down into the deeps again, but on the way got entangled with... you know, it might have been giant waving beds of cigarettes? They were kind of white and long and when you broke bits off the ends glowed. They were a bit like seaweed and somewhat like anemones but mostly they were just weird. But when they broke they burned anything they touched, so the more the squid thing struggled the more it cooked itself. The end. Probably the end to our food worries too.
Then there was something where PC Andy had the power over electricity and I had limited telepathy where I could hear the things people weren't saying and we were going to team up and Fight Crime. Which involved me trying on costumes, including a variety of hats. Which is of course the essential part of Fighting Crime.
I settled on a bowler hat with a feather in it, to go with a little black skirt and corseted top.
PC Andy was stuck with the fluorescents and a police hat, but he had to add some big insulated casts to rest his hands in so he didn't accidentally electric zap anything.
On cool points, I think there was an undoubted winner there, despite the inherent cool of lightning bolts.
So much of this LJ turns into a dream diary. But they rattle around in my head if I don't.
Also, on a day like this, dreaming is all I've had time to do.
Now I'm a bit exhausted.
I went to bed a bit after midnight and now it's four thirty in the afternoon. Granted I didn't get to sleep for hours and hours but it was still dark. How do I end up sleeping this much?
I dreamed about a school that was sort of a composite school from all the schools I ever been do, with all the most awkward routes between rooms, like the one where you weren't allowed through the middle of the building so you had to go up and down stairs a lot. And the current bit at college where you have to cross the little road to the car park to get to the cultural studies lesson. Only in the dream the little road was as busy and fast as the big road outside, and everyone was trying to dash across it at random. And I got totally splatted. My dreams aspire to realism, so it wasn't just a dull thud, it was a progressive crunchy thud splash sort of thing, as bits of me impacted bits of car at high speed.
Then I woke up and decided not to leave the house today.
And went back to sleep.
And woke up in a panic that it was secretly Wednesday and I'd missed my assessment for Diss Prep.
It is still Tuesday and I didn't miss anything by sleeping all day, taking a tour through anxiety dreams of all flavours. The one where I'm in the wrong lessons, the one where I get yelled at by teachers, the up and down stairs being lost one. The one where the electric gets broken and nothing works. The one where my dress catches fire. Actually that one combined with the one where I'm wandering around wearing pyjamas and a bedsheet, so really it was a sheet catching fire on the candles that were strewn about the college because of the electrical outage. And then they got sand dumped on them to put the fire out so it wasn't spectacular, just annoying.
I think I might possibly be nervous about college this week.
I don't know why. There's no point. If I do worse than 67% it won't even count towards my final grade. And if I do better than 67%, why worry?
Blergh.
I also dreamed about my Grandad a lot. Initially he was waiting in a cafe getting lots of cups of tea and chatting with the waitress. Then there was just getting everyone organised and into the car and in seat belts, including some random small children that wouldn't stay in seatbelts. I don't know why I have that one, it's a pretty standard anxiety but I don't even know random small children. But then the car dumped us back in the past somewhere and we ended up in a bank during a bank robbery and there was a lot of shooting and while I was of course wearing kevlar (my dreams over prepare) nobody else was and that part was bad. And then there was being dumped in some sort of temporal refugee camp where everyone got a box of raw fresh vegetables for their food. Gradad said something about at least he'd have something to do all day, trying to chew that lot. And then somehow there was a bit where he got in a battle with a giant kraken, while wielding lightning. Which was a bit unusual. I mean, drinking tea and joking about food are activities I associate with my Grandad, but throwing lightning around is not. Still, he won. The kraken dived down into the deeps again, but on the way got entangled with... you know, it might have been giant waving beds of cigarettes? They were kind of white and long and when you broke bits off the ends glowed. They were a bit like seaweed and somewhat like anemones but mostly they were just weird. But when they broke they burned anything they touched, so the more the squid thing struggled the more it cooked itself. The end. Probably the end to our food worries too.
Then there was something where PC Andy had the power over electricity and I had limited telepathy where I could hear the things people weren't saying and we were going to team up and Fight Crime. Which involved me trying on costumes, including a variety of hats. Which is of course the essential part of Fighting Crime.
I settled on a bowler hat with a feather in it, to go with a little black skirt and corseted top.
PC Andy was stuck with the fluorescents and a police hat, but he had to add some big insulated casts to rest his hands in so he didn't accidentally electric zap anything.
On cool points, I think there was an undoubted winner there, despite the inherent cool of lightning bolts.
So much of this LJ turns into a dream diary. But they rattle around in my head if I don't.
Also, on a day like this, dreaming is all I've had time to do.