In addition to my ridiculous night-time teeth-grinding, I also conjure wild and woolly, fantastical tales in my dreams. The other night, Sharon, who played tuba in the middle school band with me (and whom I haven’t thought of since 1990), was going to be beheaded for a crime she may or may not have committed. Two nights ago, the company I worked for(?) was going belly-up, and my co-workers and I were trying to decide if we could keep our laptops. Last night, my dogs chased after a guy who was riding his horse alongside five-lane Blowing Rock Road, you know, there in front of the credit union; I was terrified they’d be hit by a car. I’m tired all the time.
do you have a mouthguard for the teeth grinding?
do you have insurance? if so, how about a sleep study. i just did one.
fun fun fun.
do you talk in your sleep?
am i boring or what?
I just got Ambien (generic)… I am tired of my exhausting dreams.