(click title to see post)This might be why I suffer insomnia, unless sick and too feverish to stay awake.
I dream vividly, in great detail and full color. Thus, when I have the very rare nightmare; these, too, are not sparing in detail. I’ve been sick for over three weeks and that makes my dreams even more wild it seems. I had a real doozy last night, the kind of thing you wake from, in a sickening sweat and shaking.
A President sits in the White House – a proven liar, a sexist, a sexual predator, a misogynist, a con man, a cheat, and possibly a traitor in debt to Russians. This and being sick is not a great combination. No wonder I had a horrid dream, I told myself, arms around my own knees at 0400 this morning. But the revulsion still has me feeling nausea – I regret my breakfast attempts.
So, I must put it down on paper, I must pull it out of my head…
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