The Zone

Sometimes when I’m sleeping, I’m in ‘The Zone’. Where it’s comfortable, my thoughts are pleasant, the temperature is perfect and I just want to stay there. Usually I’m not aware I was there till I’m not there anymore. I can feel myself trying to stay as I begin floating away, as the dogs desperate “Time For A Walk!!” grunts slowly wake me up.

Then there is the opposite end of the spectrum. I am laying in four inches of dried concrete. My dreams are annoying. (This morning I dreamed someone broke my door, stole my car, and I was so angry and frustrated I was unsuccessfully trying to stab him with my car keys after he brought it back. And a whole bunch of people parked cars all over our yard, including a hearse). I want to wake up but I can’t. When I finally do wake up, I can barely get out of bed. My head hurts, my jaw and teeth ache. I feel like I am covered in grease. My neck is sore, my back hurts and I feel so messed-up in my head I call it brain damage. I can’t seem to think. I feel tireder than I did when I went to bed. That’s where I am right now.

Coffee Helps. Lots of coffee.

4 thoughts on “The Zone

  1. Awww…that sucks…I hope the day gets better for you! And thank you for the kind words you left on my blog today…that helped!

  2. alot of times i have to sleep with the tv on or the radio. that way my dreams have a way of going along with them. hope it gets better fOr ya. i hate bed dreams messes up your whole day.

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