I had a very short nightmare last night. Someone called me on my mobile phone, I answered it, and it was a bill collector on the other end!
The HORROR!
No, seriously, that was my dream, and that sort of thing is what usually constitutes a nightmare for me.
Once, I woke myself up in fright because I was dreaming that I was looking into a box of sticks and a toad jumped out at me... I'm not afraid of toads or anything, I just jumped back in surprise in my dream, and I guess the adrenaline jolt woke me right up. *chuckle* Strange.
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Usually I end up telling myself in the dream this is just a dream and you can wake up if you want to, so I do.
I couldn't do that as a kid, there was no escape!
Most of the true nightmares I have had have been when I was awake.
In my sleep, my mind plays games and paints abstract landscapes of absurdity in vivid slashes of color, adding storylines that have no basis in the land of probability, leaving me chortling through my morning and yearning to share the oddness of the previous night.
The only money worry we have right now is how we are going to manage to go camping next month, and do the girls' burthday parties with gas prices as high as they are.
I honestly think my brain was trying to keep me alert to my responsibilities, and using my fear of unwanted interruptions added to my slight dislike of the cellular leash to keep me on track. When the gray matter wants to get my attention, it pulls out all the stops.
The big bad bill collector is someone allot of us fear, the trick is to pay them before he comes!