Last night I went to bed at about 10:00. That seems late for some of you, but for me it is just too early. I find I have to be extremely tired to sleep all night and 10:00 I'm sleepy, but not exhausted enough. I played Candy Crush til 10:20 or so and my eyes hurt, so I gave up. Kevin and the boys have been sick and so that exacerbates the snoring. Who even knew his snoring could get worse? Those who have been in rooms next to Kevin or sleeping in the same tent camping know what I mean. I get it, bad sinuses, whatever, but makes it hard to sleep. Anyway, 2:30 a.m. Heston, who is in a bed on the floor next to mine because he won't sleep in his room alone, steps up on my bed and says, "Mom, Dad's not being quiet." I turned and said "I know buddy." He gets up on the bed and said something to Kevin which I can't remember, gave him a hug and snuggled up in the middle of us and fell back asleep.
I fell asleep too until I had a nightmare. Kevin and I were driving in our old Pontiac and driving through a place that had a lot of red rock. He was telling me in my dream that it was no wonder he didn't get an elk because that country had no vegetation for elk to eat and they didn't even live there. As he was telling me he drove us right off the road off a cliff and we hit a rock ledge head on and then fell like on a roller coaster. I remember in my dream thinking am I going to live or am I going to die. The car got stuck in between 2 rocks and we were fine, though I'm still not sure if I was dead or alive, but then I woke up.
I didn't sleep much between that dream and waking up at 5:00 to go for my run.
So, needless to say, the night was very restless and today I'm sleepy. Like I always say, I'll sleep when I'm dead. Let's just hope the dream was not an intuition and the death part comes soon.
Happy Monday!
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