Friday, January 21, 2011

from the sleep saga

Funny thing about waking up 7 times a night: the dreams don't necessarily end just because I wake up.  There's a confused agony in trying to realize that the dream is separate from reality while simultaneously trying to void my mind of thoughts so that I can fall back again.  It doesn't help that the dreams themselves are stressful and depressing.

I feel like Ray Fiske from Damages, who had recurring dreams of his teeth falling out in a bloody mess because he was holding back a secret... except that I have no secret.  There is no Prednisone involved here, just my body's not remembering how to get through a night's sleep without the interruptions of pain or incontinence.  It's finding other outlets...

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