Stress Dreams-- Where's Badger or an elven dagger when you need 'em?

My brain decided to roll some horrible dreams out last night: attempted murder by my husband which landed him in prison, then a complete chaos in my classroom involving elementary students, helping a colleague with a task that was landed on us, and then a large German shepherd peeing on the carpet. My alarm went off at 5:30, and I was, frankly, grateful. And I have a huge stress headache.

Gah.

I've long been prone to stress dreams, but this was a terrible double feature. I'm waiting for daylight, and hoping the world is ticking along as well as it can. 

The news cycle is grim, and I suspect my dreams are a manifestation of existential dread. Both dreams had me trying to keep some sort of sane order in incredibly insane situations that directly affected my life. At any rate, I have coffee, and it's not a stressful day at work (at least I hope not), and I'm not babysitting today... so if I need to shut the curtains and hide when I get home, I can. 

The good stuff: I have an online class tonight that is being hosted by the Emily Dickinson Museum. I hope it's a good one. I hope they send out the Zoom link; I don't have it, and I don't think I ever did. Who knows? My brain is apparently not holding onto practical things, but is, instead, haring off into the darkness that is some sort of dense combination of The Wild Wood and Mirkwood.



Stoats and Weasels. Goblins, Orcs, and huge spiders.

I need Badger. Or a small elven dagger. Or both.

C

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