Tuesday, January 02, 2007


In my dreams I often find myself at some very high place where the only way down is to fall. Last night was one of those dreams, this one involving a bridge over the Ohio River which seemed to be several hundred feet high. For some reason there was no guardrail, I was walking across, and halfway across I was suddenly on only a section of the bridge which wasn't connected to anything else and I had no way off it. I awoke to waves and waves of panic. The panic I experience from nightmares is a little different than when I'm awake, because with every wave pain shoots down my legs into the bottoms of my feet. So there I lay for about five minutes with spikes stabbing me in my feet, trying to wake up and forget the dream so I could go back to sleep. That didn't happen, and I spent the whole day in sort of an anxiety filled daze. I hate when a dream stay with you all day like that.


Blogger Michelle's Spell said...

The dreams that bleed into the day are the very worst! Hate the falling ones. It's such an odd feeling.

10:18 AM  
Blogger Laura said...

I hate nightmares. I can never fall back to sleep after I have one. I just lay there thinking about the dream for the rest of the night.

11:31 PM  

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