Hey there fellow bloggers. It’s been a great weekend. I just relaxed and had time to myself to do nothing. I was able to lie on the couch and read, or crochet, or watch a movie. The kitty and I just lay under a blanket on the couch and basked in the sun. And after this lovely weekend, I find myself feeling sad, melancholy is the word I think. Why?
The nightmares have started again. I can’t think why. Poor Hubby cannot sleep. I am constantly tossing and shouting out and crying in my sleep. The thing is I cannot remember what they are about when I wake. I just know I was terrified and sad. Today that seems to have seeped into the daylight. Today that sadness from the night is still here with me. I had a nightmare again in the early hours of the morning. I remember this one because I told Hubby about it:
I was pregnant. Hubby and I kept the baby a secret and I had the baby secretly and I brought her home. I remember sitting on the couch with her and she was so tiny and I did not know what to do. Then I gave her away, to someone who wanted a baby. Later in the dream I am putting my sister’s son to sleep and I remember I had a baby once, but I cannot remember what happened to it.
I woke up quietly but feeling so incredibly sad. I just curled up into myself and I wanted to cry. Hubby asked what was wrong but I had to wait a long while before telling him. I am not sure I understand what it was all about or if the other nightmares are about the same kind of thing. All I know is that I want to go home, draw the curtains closed, get under the covers and stay away from the world. I just want to be alone.