So of course after the four day holiday weekend it was near impossible to fall asleep. I was so used to staying up way too late just vegging out, drinking, hanging out with friends, you know, the usual. So when 11pm rolls around on Sunday night my body just says “no thanks, I’d rather be dancing!” and I spend the next three and a half hours tossing around trying to get comfortable. Eventually I fall asleep, but of course a strange-mare appears almost immediately.

The dream was about dropping lots of silver metal things like spoons, earrings, and shiny screws in my elementary school hallways. I tried to put all the little silver bits in my pockets but they kept multiplying and growing bigger until I couldn’t keep anything off the ground. It was all making such a racket; clanging and clashing about. I was afraid of being caught by something so I finally left all the shiny objects on the ground and started running, and eventually got lost. (Obviously, I was wearing a blue dress because my subconscious wants to be Alice.)

The dream ended with whatever was chasing me jumping around the corner and grabbing me. I woke up before finding out what it was. The rest of my night was spent trying to fall back asleep and failing miserably. It was like my body and brain were awake but my thoughts were still going through the dream filter. I was definitely awake, staring at the ceiling and bashing myself in the head trying to knock myself out (wishful thinking). But I just could not comprehend any things else my brain was telling me. It was creating all these impossible, dreamlike scenarios that I didn’t know what to do with but dismiss and move on to the next hoping it would turn into a nice dream and I could finally slumber in peace. I felt like I was in a Cocteau Twins song! The mind is a very interesting and funny thing. I wish I understood it.