To Dream Or Not To Dream..

I thought the point of sleep was to rest. To wake up and greet the day with, "Good morning, Morning! Hi ho, hi ho, off to tackle the day I go!"   Well, the last few mornings I have been waking up thinking, "I have to get up already? But I just got done helping my sister build a ship! And I was being held at gunpoint not more than 20 minutes ago...I'm beat!"  Let me tell you, dreaming is hard work! Do you ever feel that way?  Sure, the ones you have where you are going on a date with Adam Levine or having Lincoln Burrows from Prison Break save your life and whisking you away are fabulous!  But ones like last night, where I spent the whole night running away from some very pissed off gang members (I was holding an antique western pistol that accidentally went off while I was talking and just so happened to hit a gang guy) are exhausting. Instead of being able to run and hop off in a car, the streets were water ways.  My best friend, Jackie, and I had to leap onto a floatie raft that you see at pools and paddle our way across town. Then I end up in this building where club music is playing, but it's deserted. The lights flicker from pitch black to black light. Off. On. Off. On. Almost like I am set up in a game.  Kind of reminded me of Resident Evil. Then I was swarmed with big guys carrying guns.  I threw up my hands, feeling very overwhelmed, and said, "I'm done. I am not running anymore..please let this just be a dream. Here I am..."  Then I awake. Two minutes later my alarm goes off.  Sigh.

I am tired! Internally and externally just drained. I've been proud of myself for going to sleep before midnight every night during the work week for the last few weeks (those who know me know I am a complete night owl and can easily stay up until 4am) but really I feel like I have only gotten an hour or two of sleep the last couple nights.

Oh well...next time I lose sleep to adventures in slumberland, it better include the cast from 300 and some pina coladas. S'all I'm sayin'!