Burrito Bea

I have night terrors, unpleasant dreams where I usually wake up with my heart pounding, nervous sweat and an overwhelming desire to find safety. There have been several occasions where I've had entire conversations in my sleep and don't remember it. Odd the way a sleeping mind works. Anyway...I've had much on my mind lately and the dream trolls have made their presence known all week long.

This morning there was a twist. In half sleep I remember being lost in a wasteland; rocky terrain, twilight skies, big black shapes, rumbling noises, flames bursting from the cracked ground. I was trying to avoid a Big Ugly in the darkness...no gentle sleep fairy folk swooping around like fireflies in this neck of the woods. So great were my efforts to avoid impending confrontation that I rolled off my bed, landing with a resounding thudd onto the floor (See previous post, Mattress and the Bea-July 2005) at 4:17 am. Somehow I'd managed to wrap myself a la Burrito style in the comforter. Awkwardly I flopped on the floor like a landed fish trying to clear the dream and unravel my cotton/polyfill casing. My head hurt, I hit it on the nightstand on the way down, my shoulder throbbed and here I was all wrapped up with no salsa verde in sight. I broke out in a fit of giggles. Nothing like starting the day laughing!