I love when I have time to sleep long periods at a time. I have the most interestingly vivid dreams when I have the time to have them. I imagine new adventures and places to see and I dream of the friends and people that truly matter in my life now.
I love my dreams more often than not. However, I had a dream that I was literally scared to death by a haunted house zombie attack. I know it may seem silly, but the dream was so real I could feel their dead breathe down my neck and I could smell the rotten flesh. The dream scared me so bad that not only did I pass out in my dream, but I didn't dream the rest of the night. I think it scared me to the point of unconsciousness even while I was sleeping.
My point with all this is that my nervous are so sensitive and raw lately, that it seems like the smallest things send me into an anxious moment where I'm trying to hold myself together by pressing my arms hard against my chest to give some sort of calm to my nervous system.
Being home is not relaxing other that the massive amounts of sleep I get. Family stresses me out. It takes a real mental and emotional toll on me to be home. I love my family, but this place just doesn't feel like my home anymore.
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