The night before last the Wonder Dog kept interrupting my sleep by throwing up. He’d let me sleep for about an hour and then away we’d go again. Not sure what set him off but I’m guessing he either found a rotting bird or mouse carcass out in the garden, or it might be the fluff from inside his toy cat. He keeps disembowelling the animal and eating the wadding. Anyway… Between him and an over-active bladder, I didn’t spend a lot of time in the Land of Snooze.
Last night I went to bed a little earlier, to make up for lost zzzzz. The WD threw up again but this time only the once that I was aware of. (He was fine during the day so I’m beginning to wonder if it’s some sort of mind game he’s playing with me.) He woke me up this morning carrying on like a mad thing: barking, yapping, howling and running around, leaping off furniture. I lurched awake, yelled at the mutt and tweaked the corner of the curtain to see what had caused him to explode. I was expecting a horde of visigoths invading the front garden. What I saw was a car towing a boat, parking on the other side of the road. I spoke some very choice words to my least favourite animal and then staggered off to check the clock. I wanted to see what ungodly hour he’d got me out of bed.
It was 10.50 am.
Oooookaaaaay…
I guess I was more tired than I first thought.
I had a weird nightmare a few nights earlier. One that made me lurch awake, gasping in fright. I haven’t had one of those in years. I usually dream bright, colourful, slightly weird dreams that, at worse, leave me intrigued. This one made me sit up in bed, gasping, with my heart fluttering like a wild bird. I think it started off like my usual imaginings but ended with a man in a business suit, and a yellow tie, invading my home to come and “get me”. I’d woken up in fright just as he’d grabbed me. When I went back to sleep I finished the dream by clunking the guy on the side of the head with a frying pan.
It reminded me of a similar dream I’d had back in late 2011, shortly after the cancer diagnosis, when I dreamed someone entered my house to get me. He was sent packing but he warned me that he’d be back. I guess even prophecies in the Land of Nod come true. Aren’t our subconscious minds fascinating things? I actually thought the cancer thing wasn’t bothering me that much because I’ve been so well. And, I really have. And, I’m really doing okay. I’ve even felt a little guilty that, apart from the tiredness and the change in my taste buds – come back coffee, I miss you – I’m so well. (I know I’m weird but that’s just how it is.)
I find it interesting that for me the scariest villains aren’t the fellas in biker leathers, or the ones with muscles and scarred faces. (Sometimes those guys are complete pussy cats.) For me, the scariest villains are always the clean-cut, ultra-polite dudes in a suit. Which is weird because I love to see a man in a suit. Go figure.
Anyhoo…sleep and dreams and nightmares are fascinating. The things our brains get up to while we’re trying to get some kip! I’d better have an uninterrupted sleep tonight or there might be one less Wonder Dog in the world tomorrow.
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