Thanks to those of you offering tips and your similar dreams with me. It’s nice knowing that I’m not just going craaaazy by myself!

More vivid dreams last night. The one I remember I was taken against my will to do some kind of illegal drop of something when four men came into the restaurant armed with automatic weapons and shot the place up. I was the only survivor and I RAN!! to hide in the bathroom, behind the door (great spot moron!) where one of the men came in and dragged me to the kitchen where he tortured me by burning my face on the hot plate to try get information me. Which of course, I had none.

Sounds like an episode of 24 or something. Gah! I can’t even attribute it to shows I’ve been watching before bed because last night was Cars!  Seriously, I need to try meditation or something. Bunnies, rainbows, sunshine… happy thoughts!! Like Happy Gilmore, I have to go to my Happy Place.

That’s all. I really got nothing lately.  I’m not creative, or witty. I have no idea how I’m going to make it through NaBloPoMo (go sign up, then go to my profile and be my friend!) A whole month of posting everyday; when I signed up it was a no-brainer since I usually post daily anyway. Well now! I’m friggin’ lucky if I get about 2 a week.

I think I need to call in some reinforcements. Maybe a book? I dunno. Maybe you can help?

Leave me some ideas in the comments of topics I can cover during the month of November. And for contributing, I’ll share linking love! Who the hell doesn’t LOVE Linky Love!? That’s right, you will be credited for the topic idea in which I will blabber on and on about for a day. Get sharing your ideas!

I’ve always adored sleeping. It once was one of my favourite things to do. If I was bored, lonely, sad, etc. I would go for a nap. I would turn on my favourite tunes and lay with my eyes closed until I drifted off. It was once so peaceful and relaxing.

But that’s all changed.

When Carter was born I was blessed with a fantastic sleeper. After the first three months. The first three months were torture. He would be awake all night, I would be crying and so angry because all I could think about was going to bed. It didn’t ever dawn on me that I would have the opportunity to sleep during the day while he napped since I was home. Everyday.

At 3am, sitting up with a crying baby, it never once dawned on me that Hey! I don’t have to get up in 2 hours to go to work, RELAX! All I could think about was the fact that I wanted to be in my warm bed. Dreaming of pleasantries, like bunnies, and rainbows and sunny skies!

Once Carter began to sleep through the night (at SIX MONTHS, yo!) I was once again reunited with sleep filled nights and restful mornings, except for random noises in the monitor that would randomly jolt me back to consciousness.

I began to curse him for being the perfect child (I know! I know! Bad Mom.) because you can only have one of those. I think it’s written somewhere. Like the Bible or something.

Even my pregnancy with him was completely text book - well, all the good stuff in the textbook. No morning sickness, only mild fatigue; everything was hunky dory.

I would read through the descriptions of morning sickness, sciatica, fatigue, pains, etc. And think to myself. Fuck! That would suck SO bad!

Joke’s on me.

I have all that. And more this time.

I tell you, it’s Devil Spawn this time people. Pure evil.

Even though I have been sleeping a minimum of 10 hours a night I am cursed with evil and horrific dreams. Vampires, domestic disputes, stabbings, guns, such violent images that have got me talking in my sleep!

It’s been unreal. Eerily and creepily real dreams. The ones where you scream and no sound comes out, or you’re shaking something off you, but not moving!

I really dread falling asleep sometimes. Like last night’s dream of running from a man (not sure who) that had a serrated knife and wanted to kill me. Running dreams: where you can’t run fast enough and always seem to be in slow motion. Run! Dammit! Run!!

Maybe it’s the peanut butter before bed. I dunno, but something is truly messed up.

“Can’t Sleep, Clown Will Eat Me!” comes to mind.

Okay, so have you all just stopped commenting because of my horribly lacking fodder or has my Akismet nabbed you all? Seriously, I’m getting a COMPLEX!!

I’ve re-installed Akismet, and if you’re commenting and not seeing it, drop me an email.

Otherwise, you just don’t like me and I’m cool. I can take it.

Because Dude! That last video was freakin’ HILAROUS!!

I have absolutely nothing intelligent for you today.

Except this: I laughed so hard, I cried.

I went to bed at 8:30 last night. That’s a record! Woot! It’s been before 8pm all week!

It’s girl’s night tonight. Fondue and bitching and moaning about anything and everything, but no wine. Since two out of the three of us can’t drink. I just hope I can stay awake!