I have spent the last two hours in the throws of multiple versions of the same nightmare. The topic ranged from a female monkey being murdered (alliteration - whee!) to a mother going to a bar and being mauled by a mob (alliteration again? I didn't even mean to that time.) The suspect/protector ranged with each nightmare in a way that Freud's mind would even have been blown. And in each version, I try to call out to give warning to someone and end up choking because my mouth is so dry. Then I wake up in a violent manner that scares the dogs only to immediately fall asleep to start over again.
This is what happens when I forget to turn the heat down when I go to sleep. Oh, that and when I eat 3 lbs of dry ribs for supper. Oh, and when I watch a scary show before bed. But, it has turned into a blog post, so really, I shouldn't complain.
I'm participating in NaBloPoMo. Because I think I rock and feel the need to share it with the world. It's true. Really.