In the past I've blogged about the weird, crazy and vivid dreams I've had, always seeking (and subsequently getting) an explanation for my subconscious' behavior.
This is another one of those.
Picture it: I throw myself on the bed at like 5:45 knowing the alarm would be going off at 6:30, ready for the most powerful of power naps. As soon as my head hits the pillow I began to drift. And then I feel this pressure, like someone is on my back (I sleep on my stomach, hugging a pillow) and they're heavy. I find it hard to breathe and I'm paralyzed. Sort of that coming out from under anesthesia feeling: your brain is awake but hasn't bothered to inform the body. And mind you, this isn't the first time I've had this happen to me. This is like, the 6th occurrence!
So there's this heavy mofo on my back, crushing the breath out of me, and the next thing I know it's gone. The sequence of events that follows is fuzzy to me because like a fool I waited almost 3hrs to write this down. The last thing I recall before the alarm rang and I jumped up in a cold sweat was being in a hospital, I think, and some one was holding a baby boy, full head of dark hair and light-skinned, and giving it to me. In the dream I remember being on the verge of asking, "Whose baby is that?" but nope, the alarm woke me up.
So dream people, what say you about my latest manifestation of depression/anxiety?
*smooches...longing for a night of restful sleep*
PS- HEIFERS! Y'all missed my show last night! Don't THINK I didn't notice. That's OK...I see who's getting a piece of the Jaded Empire. And who's NOT.