When Good Nights Go Bad
I had an awful night's sleep last night, followed up with a crappy morning.
I'm not sure what caused it, but I hope it doesn't happen again :) This morning was crappy because I discovered as I was getting dressed that I left my belt in Canberra. I spent the morning holding my pants up as I traveled into the city and walked to BigW to myself a new belt. Between that and sleeping through the alarm, I wasn't exactly early for work.
But it was the night that was the worst. It's not much that I slept particularly poorly, but I had a really strange dream all night, which kept me tossing and turning and waking up I think. I rarely remember my dreams, but when I am dreaming I do know that I really believe them to be real, no matter what strange stuff is going on. This morning is one of those rare occasions where I can remember the general gist of what was going on (never specifics though).
In my dream I spent the night trying to save Greg Low from a psychotic, suicidal, pregnant ex-girlfriend. Why him, I have no idea. Why this topic, I really have no idea. But man, she was crazy - and by the end of of it she was out to get me too, because she realised I was trying to help Greg escape, not help her like she thought I was doing.
At one stage I can remember having to jump off a cliff to escape being run over by her car. Another time I had to watch watch while she hurt herself with a knife - and of course in dreams we can never do what we want to do (like, you know, stop the craziness).
And what was the most frustrating thing? Greg didn't seem to care. He just kept on going about his business, thinking everything is ok, not hearing me. You bastard Greg!
I just really hope that it's not auspicious with the upcoming wedding and all :) As to why I dreamt that about him - maybe the indoctrination into Readify has gone just that little bit too far :)
I really wish I could remember those dreams where nice* things happen.
*You know, like lots of naked women or something :)