So, maybe I’m not having your typical night terrors, but I am having some pretty disturbing dreams lately. I had a dream the night before last that I was pulling up in my van to talk with a woman and her young daughter. The little girl ran to the side of my van in the middle of the road and was hit by an elderly woman who tried to hit and run, but the mother stopped the lady from doing so. The lady got out of her car and looked incredibly tormented as the little girl lay at the side of the road, bloody and lifeless. I dialed 911 then woke up.
I’ve also had dreams of my first love, Chris Simmons. In fact, I’ve had a lot of dreams about him lately. It’s starting to piss me off. Because, besides the fact that I don’t think of him all that often, he’s pretty dismissive in my dreams…as if I’m stalking him and he’s rebelling. The dream I had last night also included other friends from that era. It was as if they all stayed the same and I was the only one to move on.
I’m about to go to bed now and I’m just wanting to get a good night’s sleep where I don’t have to think about this shit all day long.