Quitting Red Bull ™ is difficult.
April 11th, 2016
Nightmares!
It's been a very long time since I've had a nightmare. I think the last time I experienced this phenomenon was several years ago, when I was having inexplicable dreams about being able to fly, albeit very poorly and unreliably, and I was being chased by zombies. And was ultimately trapped in the lunch room of some... school? I'm not sure, but then again, my dreams are always fuzzy.
Anyway. For some reason I cannot fathom, I had several of these last night. A few details of the one that stuck ended with some nefarious prowler peeping in our bedroom window, which caused me to wake up with a start. Naturally, upon my eyes coming into focus, I saw the reflection of the light coming in through the blinds on the wall in front of me, even though that window is behind our bed.
This didn't help my return to coherence at all, so I spent, I don't know, ten minutes coming down from my resultant panic. This particular process repeated itself every hour, with different dreams that I can only vaguely recall tiny pieces of, all night long. I guess the one set off the others, or something. I don't know, but all I know is that I didn't like this all that much.
So I'm already a bit tired, and I have no Red Bull ™. I had meant to pick up some on the way to work this morning, but somehow I was running behind just enough that grabbing some from the Speedway ™ next to where I work would've made me late. They usually let the line build up until, when I finally get to the counter minutes later, the second person invariably starts helping ring people up.
So yeah, I'm all strung out on lack of sleep and lack of Red Bull ™, and still vaguely unsettled about all the weird, panicky dreams I had last night. I can run to the accursed Speedway ™ during my lunch break to rectify this lack of stimulant somewhat, but that'll eat into my time to eat. And I have a very good lunch I endeavor to savor over a long period of time.
Feh. Decisions, decisions.