4:00 AM – BRAYNK! BRAYNK! BRAYNK! BRAYNK!
B: Jill turn off the alarm (because of course, controller Jill MUST sleep by the alarm)
I didn’t even hear the alarm screeching which says a lot. I was uber tired y’all. Quickly I went back into the deepest sleep ever.
6:00 AM – BRAYNK! BRAYNK! BRAYNK! BRAYNK!
I wake up and the side of my pillow is soaking. And I have had the worst dream ever. Simultaneously as I hear the alarm in real life, in my dream I hear “this is for your own good” as I see someone being thrown from a moving car, hitting the pavement and being told “RUN!!!” While I remember what came before the push but I cannot even speak about it as it was that BAD!!!
I’ve always been fascinated by dream analysis. Hocus Pocus to some. Not like I’d make any major life decisions based on my dreams or anything like that but trying to determine the hidden meaning of dreams is an interesting way to pass the time.
I blame it all on AHS Cult. Never. Watching. That. Show. Again.
In the meantime, in the spirit of bad dreams. Hush little baby don’t say a word! Peace out …
As always, more to come.