A Blogging Nightmare.
Last night, when my fever was spiking and the chills were coursing through my body like contractions, I hid in my bed and tried to fall asleep. Tossing and turning, thinking of talented writers of Blogabetes, columns that still needed to be looked at, and my own personal blog that required some attention, my brain was spinning with incompleted tasks.
I fell asleep, fretting.
And I dreamt that I was inside a computer screen. Not trapped behind the glass, per se, but stuck right in between two open Explorer windows. I was pinned and flailing and unable to just reeeeeach my hand around and press the "X" to close the window and let me out.
I woke up with a start and put my face against Chris's shoulder as he slept.
"I had a nightmare. About blogging."
"Mmmmmmhmmm. Do you need juice?"
(Poor guy is on autopilot.)
"No. I'm not low. I had a nightmare."
"It's okay." He fell back asleep. I stared at the ceiling, still reaching for that "X" in my mind's eye.
And when I heard myself describing this nightmare to my co-worker this morning (Her response: Your life is based on cartoons even in your dreams? Oh great day!), I realized how grateful I was that November only has one more day in it.
One. More. Day.