nightmares and morningdogs.

After twelve you'd expect all to be quiet. But no. My neighbours were banging doors, smashing things, moving furniture and shouting to each other well into the AM. When I finally managed to get to sleep nearly four hours after going to bed, I had a terrifying nightmare about a werewolf, my door locks were all faulty, and I had nobody to save me. Lots of blood and screaming, then I woke up drenched in sweat. I got up after hearing a bang, just to check Buster hadn't had another fall. It turned out to be next door again. Grr.
Went for a pee, then got back into bed. I dreamt I was immortal but because i'd been killed the vampire doctor had to put new organs in me. He kept these spare organs in his own body, opening doors to access them. I had a new lung. More blood.
For some reason I always dream of the same things. Broken door locks. Werewolves. Corpses. Blood. Feeling pain. Being pursued or hunted. Panic. Fear. And being left to face it all alone. Most often my dream family/friends don't give a bugger's toss what happens to me, nor do police etc. So last night I faced an ian brady lookalike werewolf, covered in blood, coming for me, and my only instinct was to run and run and hide and hide. I ended up in a forest, freezing cold, dark, misty, and got totally totally lost. I got so scared that I found myself accepting that I was going to be eaten alive if it meant I found my way back to familiarity. I don't remember what happened in the end. Like so many before it the period just before waking is covered with vaseline and unreadable once the brain's started putting it.'s nighttime workings back into their drawers.
I woke up to my parents coming in with the dog. I was still sweaty, and exhausted. I am writing this from my bed, where me and both dogs are snuggled, and now i'm off for hopefullly a dreamless sleep. X

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