Seriously. Sometimes my dreams scare the beegeezus out of me. Last night was particularly creepy. Halloween dreams visiting a bit late, but man I woke up in a panic! Visions of vampires, monsters, and things standing between me and my baby. Fighting to get to him, to protect him from things he should not see. It's a dream that crops up every now and then in different forms, I guess every mom and dad has similar dreams every now and then. The minute I woke up I shot out of bed to make sure he was still in his. Of course he was. Sleeping like an angel. What a relief. Still felt like it took about 10 yrs off of my life though. And I really don't have them to spare.
What is it about our psyche that releases all of our anxiety in our dreams? Why are mine so vivid and panic ridden? Psychologists would have a field day with me, I'm sure.
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