No, I still haven’t seen Spinal Tap. And I am *totally* okay with that. But I can remember a silly quote when it is tossed at me while standing at a replica of Stonehenge (Ooo the metaphor!). And thus, Stonehenge (one of the biggest henges in the world!).
And now that I have referenced entirely too much…last night. Sleep. Bad times. I don’t think I really slept, although I had wretched dreams. I kept seeing the clock and the time clicked along…1:18, 2:31, 3:15, blah!
So if I slept so fitfully, why the heck so many dreams? Dreams of running on stilts (and quite competently, up stairs even!). Dreams of hiding the phone. Dreams of calling people. Dreams of talking to people. Dreams of mediums. Dreams that seemed as though they were a continuation of the day, making me look at my phone this morning to see – Did I *really* call that person? Phew. And so on. And so forth. And every time I awoke, I felt a nauseating terror – afraid of the bogeyman and the dark.
And as I teeter on the edge of acceptance, I am flooded with fear – a fear of driving to Seattle next weekend, a fear of driving to LaGrande the weekend after, a fear that I, too, might pass suddenly. An irrational fear that he will reach up, grab me by the ankles and pull me under.
But Breezy – he has taken to sleeping on the pillow next to me. And I made Hayley take a picture because it simply is the Sweetest Thing Ever.
Happy Easter 🙂