I Finished The Post A Day!

I actually stuck to it and did a post a day for a month! ME! The believer in procrastination and the biggest putter-offer alive did it!

I’m not saying the posts were good, or even interesting, but they got done!  My grammar struggles (I think grammar has a mind of its own) but maybe that just adds to the charm…RIGHT??  I’ll go with that.

Thank you for sticking with me for the month.  I have ideas for posts, but they might be a little more involved and will take time to develop, so from now on I think one or two per week will do it until my life calms down a little bit.  This blogging thing is wonderful.  It’s like a whole other world that I can escape to when life is stressing my poor tiny brain.  I have come to look forward to reading the wonderful posts by all of you.  They take me through a maze of emotions ranging from very sad to extremely happy.

Here’s to many more posts from us all!


A Very Bad Dream Makes For A Tired Day

I had the worst dream, and it won’t leave me alone today!  When I have a very disturbing dream I always wake up so tired.  I’m betting you have these from time to time, too.  The thing is, I have no idea where this one came from.  Our family has been under stress lately with my brother being ill, but this dream doesn’t seem to make any sense.  Usually my stress dreams have spiders in them.  Big, hairy spiders.  And when I say big, I do mean BIG!

This dream had no spiders.

Maybe this isn’t something I should post about, but I will anyway.  Maybe by typing it out it will go away?  I don’t know what makes me think that, but I will give it a shot.  Don’t worry, it’s not rated X but it is weird.

** Content after this point might be disturbing for some of you**

I am with a group of teenagers, and I am a teen myself (that’s going back a few decades).  We are in a forest and it is getting dark.  Suddenly, for no apparent reason, one of the boys attacks another boy of our group.  He is punching and stabbing him while everyone else just watches with no emotion at all.  I am horrified and I am screaming, but I can’t move.  Then, they put a rope around his neck and hang him from a tree branch.  I run away and go home.

My dad is there and is very mad.  He is a policeman (my father was actually an artist and graphics designer) and is looking for the kids who murdered that boy.  But, instead of arresting them, he was going to hunt them down and kill them.  Somehow he knew I had been with the guilty kids and he charged after me. After that point in my dream, all I am doing is running from place to place and finding hiding spots.  As he gets near, I run and find a new spot.  This continued until I woke up.

I was so tired when I got up and just dragged through my day with no energy!  This was one of the most disturbing dreams I have ever had and I don’t understand it one bit.  I can’t make sense of it no matter how hard I try.  What in the world causes these types of dreams?  It just wants to replay over and over in my head.  I’m not even sure how much was in the actual dream and how much my mind added since waking up.

I need an “off” switch.

Thanks for listening.  **yawn**  Sorry this was such a glum post.