This whole week, being that Monday was Labor Day and I got the day off, has been trying to get back on schedule. It’s trying to get things caught up at work, and things caught up around the house. But the biggest thing that has suffered is my sleep schedule. And if you truly know me, sleep (along with eating) are very important to me. If I don’t get a proper night’s sleep I get incredibly out of character… meaning I become a monster. A She-Hulk, or just a flat out bitch. So this week I’ve been going to bed late and just rushing in the morning to make it to work on time.
Last night I decided, along with my last large cocktail and a mug brownie (click for the recipe) that I was hitting the hay early. So around 9pm I’m in bed with the lights off and put on a podcast.
My dream, I can’t remember what exactly was going on. But a man’s face, like a disembodied head, was talking to me. He was older, gaunt, bald. He start talking about eating dogs. His eyes pierced me, what it seemed. Then something snapped within him, his eyes bulged and in a split second his pupils went into a pin point. It wigged me the fuck out.
I woke up sweating and my heart was racing. Whenever I wake from sleep, I punish myself by checking the time on my phone. It’s really twice the punishment. First from blinding oneself with turning your phone on to see the time, then actually seeing what time it is and counting down the hours you have to get up and go to work. The room is pitch dark and quiet. So I grab my phone thinking it’s probably my typical 4am wake up and I’ll be up until I have to work to work. My phone blinds me then reads 10:30pm.
In awe of the time, my mind started to race on what this dream meant. I came to the conclusion that it was eating sugar right before bed. But to make sure this wasn’t a dream omen (which I totally believe) I cancelled any and all plans after work the following day. Unfortunately that meant cancelling a meet up from an online dating prospect. I don’t care if that means he thinks I’m flaky. It could have told me that he was going to eat my dog. I don’t know. I’d rather be safe than sorry.