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Dec. 7th, 2014 09:30 amMy parents got back from the hospital at half-past midnight last night. Lisa and I greeted them, packed up, and headed to her place. We arrived at close to two. I'd planned to head back home right away, but I sat down for a bit and realized how tired I was.
I napped with Lisa until nearly six, when I awoke, sobbing, from a nightmare. I can count the dreams in the last ten years that were bad enough to remember on the fingers of one hand, so I think I must be really stressed. Lisa, despite being three-quarters asleep, was a huge comfort.
I was scared to go outside after I'd packed up. I don't think that's ever happened before. I walked out the door of her apartment building and was shocked by the fabric-wrapped tree I'd looked at three other times that day, which had apparently turned into a giant person who wanted to assault me. The half-block walk to my car was anxiety-ridden, and after I got in the car and closed the door, I heard a sound that I instantly thought was someone pulling the passenger door handle, but there was no one there. (Nor, I might add, was there a bloody claw hanging from the handle when I arrived home....)
But I'm home now. My parents just went off to the hospital again so the eye doctor can check on my dad's progress. Turns out he has a scratch on his cornea and they want to see if the antibiotic is helping. I think that's a part, though not all, of last night's dream trigger. Though it didn't really shape the content.
Myself, I'm going to get a shower and put my brain back together. Maybe I'll work on my take home final, or my personal statement, or a resume/CV, or a poster abstract, or do some reading, or study for in-class finals, or try to figure my car out. Or maybe I'll go back to bed.
I napped with Lisa until nearly six, when I awoke, sobbing, from a nightmare. I can count the dreams in the last ten years that were bad enough to remember on the fingers of one hand, so I think I must be really stressed. Lisa, despite being three-quarters asleep, was a huge comfort.
I was scared to go outside after I'd packed up. I don't think that's ever happened before. I walked out the door of her apartment building and was shocked by the fabric-wrapped tree I'd looked at three other times that day, which had apparently turned into a giant person who wanted to assault me. The half-block walk to my car was anxiety-ridden, and after I got in the car and closed the door, I heard a sound that I instantly thought was someone pulling the passenger door handle, but there was no one there. (Nor, I might add, was there a bloody claw hanging from the handle when I arrived home....)
But I'm home now. My parents just went off to the hospital again so the eye doctor can check on my dad's progress. Turns out he has a scratch on his cornea and they want to see if the antibiotic is helping. I think that's a part, though not all, of last night's dream trigger. Though it didn't really shape the content.
Myself, I'm going to get a shower and put my brain back together. Maybe I'll work on my take home final, or my personal statement, or a resume/CV, or a poster abstract, or do some reading, or study for in-class finals, or try to figure my car out. Or maybe I'll go back to bed.
