Bad Dreams

I always dream.  In my entire life I've had very few nights of just dreamless sleep; those few have generally seemed to happen when I'm really sick.  Physically sick, not mentally sick.  Like I remember not dreaming when I had mono in 2004.

I have very, very vivid dreams, and almost always remember them.  I very rarely forget dreams (and boy do I have some weird ones . . . like really, really weird).  And even if I do forget a dream, I'll still remember the way the dream felt; that feeling will usually stay with me or come back to me during the day.

This isn't really something I mind, but last night I had some bad dreams, and it's kind of put me in a funk today.  They weren't bad scary, they were just bad.  I only remember bits and pieces of them but I remember how they felt; they both had this weird, tense, almost eerie feel.  It was strange.

When I woke up with the first one I had a headache, so I went back to  sleep.  When I woke up after the second one, the headache was almost a migraine.  So I basically stayed in bed all day because my head was killing me.  (And I don't think the migraine is related to the dreams, just saying).

So anyway.  The migraine is gone now, thankfully, but I still feel like my mind is in a dream related funk.

So I've gotten nothing done today, and in general, between Friday, Saturday, and today, I just kind of feel like my energy/motivation is zapped.  Pretty lame.

(That's why there's no Sentimental Sunday today . . . I don't feel like it really, nor can I think of a good story for it.)