My dreams were such this strange conglomeration of actual events from the weekend mixed with quasi-normal interactions with people that would turn into complicated problems. I was awoken nearly every hour or two because of thirst, or thunder, or having my legs pinned by the dog, or by Lowenstein pulling on me, or by me pulling on Lowenstein. I wish I could capture this strange sensation I would have in my half-waking state, where I would look at her and not recognize her, or more that even though her face was inches away from me, I could sense how far away the real her was because she was in a dream state I couldn't access. I kept trying to wake her up so I could take her back into my brain to hang out for the night. I think that's why I kept kissing her spontaneously in my sleep, some strange Sleeping Beauty type association and hopes that the magic would work.
I normally sleep through rain, but last night the lightning cracks echoed in the alley and made all three of us jump or flinch. Sophie kept burying herself closer and more on top of my legs because of the loud noises.
But despite fitful rest, I don't feel too horrible. I think because before bedtime I had a nice relaxing evening involving bubble bath and Anita Baker and Dusty Springfield. And I have clean sheets and towels and dishes and my clothes are put away. I always underestimate the power of clutter in my safe spaces to keep me from feeling safe and rejuvenated.
And Anita Baker. I'm always underestimating her.
I normally sleep through rain, but last night the lightning cracks echoed in the alley and made all three of us jump or flinch. Sophie kept burying herself closer and more on top of my legs because of the loud noises.
But despite fitful rest, I don't feel too horrible. I think because before bedtime I had a nice relaxing evening involving bubble bath and Anita Baker and Dusty Springfield. And I have clean sheets and towels and dishes and my clothes are put away. I always underestimate the power of clutter in my safe spaces to keep me from feeling safe and rejuvenated.
And Anita Baker. I'm always underestimating her.