“How can you sleep at a time like this? I just dreamt I was chopped into tiny pieces!”

… One thing I’ll say about James… The man is a patient, patient creature.

For the past three nights I’ve woken up from a dead sleep at 3:15 AM sharp, drenched in sweat, having just dreamt that I was being chased through a hospital by a butcher-knife wielding 20-something girl sporting scrubs, with the face of the creepy ghost from The Ring. The night before last I even woke up to think for a split second she was standing over me. With a giant knife.

Yes, I’ll admit I woke James up and made him snuggle. It’s one of the perks of sharing my bed. Nightmare Patrol, on call, 24/7.

I’m not being ridiculous people. You wouldn’t have been chomping at the bit to roll back over and nod off again, either. Trust me.

Renee told me, once, awhile ago (she may have actually been talking to someone else, because I don’t like to admit to having nightmares, because people always look at you like you’re crazy, and I get enough of that already) that between 3 and 4:30AM, that’s when your body is processing all the residual chemicals associated with stress. So if you find yourself waking up at 3:30AM and unable to nod back off, you are likely stressed about something.

Hm. Moved in with my future in-laws. Quit my job. Chasing my dreams. Applying to Grad Schools. Planning a wedding. Looking at buying property.

Nah, nothing here to raise my already buzzing level of general anxiety.

The fact that my loss of sleep correlated directly with my last day at Tretorn must be, I’m sure, total coincidence. And the girl chasing me with the giant knife? Well I’m sure Freud would just say it’s symptomatic of my penis envy (aHEM) and also not to eat so close to bedtime.

Yeah.

I’m just going to wiggle a little deeper into my denial. It’s so cozy here.

It would be lovely if I just adjusted to this new, exciting phase of my life smoothly, without dramatic incidents or emotional breakdowns.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

At least I haven’t lost my sense of humor.

-MM.