Willow ,'Same Time, Same Place'
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Gronk. The other side of insomnia, waking up at 3:30 and not being able to go back to sleep. I tried for an hour. Going to plink on the internets now for a bit and see if that makes things snoozier.
Anyone have a site they like for dream analysis info? I have been having a couple of recurring ones and while it seems like it should be obvious, I am wondering still.
Gronk. The other side of insomnia, waking up at 3:30 and not being able to go back to sleep. I tried for an hour.
I'll second that gronk. I woke up at 4:30 and couldn't get back to sleep until about 10 minutes before the alarm went off.
I'll third that gronk. Even the coffee isn't helping this morning.
Well at least I am not alone.
Also cat just crawled up on my chest and sat down. Cannot see keyboard. Can barely see screen. But still good because I now have a heating pad on my chest.
In defiance of being awake, I am not making coffee yet.
In defiance of being awake, I am not making coffee yet.
I think that's a good plan.
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So, my nightmares the second half of the night...In them I was a suspected terrorist on a train. I was held for questioning with a bunch of other people. The agents questioning me were using abusive techniques, and the actual terrorists kept planting evidence on me and my baggage to make me look guilty. They also kept threatening to do more.
I think my brain hates me...or at least thinks I'm a pretty big traitor.
Unca Saaaaaam, bug's being mean to the country again. Make her stop!
Your brain is just working stuff out. I still have dreams, at least once a month, that Christopher is missing. It's been three years and three months since his Slurpee Excursion was foiled.
I hate brains.
For some reason, I woke up around quarter to seven. I really had no reason to be awake before about 11 today. And I'm slightly hung over, and really want coffee, which I don't have.
Your brain is just working stuff out.
Yeah. That is so very clear to me.
I still have dreams, at least once a month, that Christopher is missing. It's been three years and three months since his Slurpee Excursion was foiled.
Oh! Poor you!
I hate brains.
Me too. I'm gonna take a stand and say they're bad.
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Hil, I think it's time for a trip to the local coffee shop.
Bad brains! Mine was in overactive mode last night. Hung here too late, then went to bed and didn't sleep for hours. Blah.
And yet I seem to be alert this morning. I've even accomplished stuff. Huh.
So Hil, apparently there was partying last night?