Not a good sign

I had a nightmare when I fell asleep reading this evening. I woke up really upset and thinking it was a shaky start to the day; I then looked at the clock and saw that I had been asleep about an hour and I have the whole night looming ahead.

I have already forgotten what the dream was about but am not anxious to to back to sleep – WHAT IF THE MONSTERS ARE STILL THERE??!! Maybe I had a bad dream because I was just in a pissy mood earlier, ready to explode all over people. Had I been a user of the  “count to 10” technique, I would have had to adapt it to count to a million . . . and then some.

I was definitely a FEE FI FO FUM-er and I decided I should just remove myself to a solitary place. Maybe it has something to do with my little brain cells firing like crazy when they sensed the white of my eyes.  Ah, I see the mixed up rhetoric of my nightmare is still with me; this does not bode well . . . for me abed in my abode.

Oh, Lordy, I sense it’s going to be quite a night.