Nightmares really suck.

It never seems to fail that when I’m worried about something, or just a little stressed, somehow a nightmare will find its way into my head, and disrupt my much-needed sleep.  And we aren’t talking your regular, run-of-the-mill, “That sucked” nightmare.  We’re talking the kind that’s a wake you up in a panic, heart racing, cold sweating, “Holy shit, what’s going on?” nightmare.  There is something about the kind of nightmare that wakes you up in tears that just turns off all ability to fall back asleep.

And really, when I have a nightmare like that, I don’t WANT to go back to sleep.  Because more often than not, I can’t get the images out of my head, and falling asleep puts me right back into the same dream. 

So, this morning at 3:30am, I was awake.  Sitting up at my laptop, wishing that I didn’t have anything to be upset about, and feeling sorry for myself because there wasn’t anyone around for me to talk to. 

I really hate the weekends.