Really? Again?

Ugh!! This is the third day in a row I have been rudely awakened at 6:15am for no definable reason. It’s almost like a panic attack, or a flashback because my chest is heavy, and the feeling of sadness/dread is sitting in the pit of my stomach. It has to be something in a dream that keeps triggering me. I mean that’s basically the only thing that even remotely makes sense. Or there is some impending doom looming somewhere that I’ve subconsciously picked up on, before my conscious mind has caught up to it.

In the past when I’ve felt this way I’ve always remembered my dreams and sort of looked towards them for clues. This time, for the first time I haven’t been able to remember my dreams at all. There are teeny bits and pieces but nothing that I can really put together to get an idea of what’s going on.

Last night all I remember from my dreams is being at the Eataly in Chicago after a CrossFit competition, a name, a weird errand involving mailing crabmeat, visiting a Paleo restaurant in Bolivia, and turning down an engagement to a Hispanic man. ???? What is that supposed to mean, and why on Earth did it wake me up? Aside from possibly the sheer weirdness of it.

I mean the Paleo and crabmeat make sense because of my diet changes, and even being in Chicago for a CrossFit competition makes sense, but how I got from The Eataly to Boliva is a mystery to me. Or why I was dating a Hispanic man, or this Hispanic man thought I was dating him because I remember calling Kevin and talking to Nora. Is Bolivia still a country? I know it was but I can’t think of what continent it’s on, or was on.

Lol my mind is a mess sometimes, more often in sleep than not. *sigh* I guess it really isn’t a horrible thing to be waking up early, I just don’t like the feelings associated with it. It is driving my intuition absolutely batty, and based only on my dreams I’m quite batty enough lol. Anyway, I need to pick up the house. The past two days my abs have been too sore to do much bending and Nora has pulled every DVD off the shelf, and all of her toys out of her toy box. It looks like the back side of a Walmart exploded in my living room. Until later Bloggies 🙂