For as long as I can remember, I have been a vivid dreamer. And most of these dreams are actually nightmares, ones that leave me paralyzed in fear laying in bed. It's horrible. Last night was another rough night, where I could barely move when I woke up. I managed to turn on my bedside light and pull out my crossword puzzle work and puzzle away until the memory of the dream lessened. Most of the time I am able to fall asleep again within an hour, but definitely with my bedside light on.
Last night, Kayla came crying to my room. When I asked her what was wrong, she said that Matthew had been splashing her and she was all wet. LOL. I believed her at first, but then quickly realized that it was the middle of the night and it had probably just been a dream. Back to bed she went. I hope her dreams stay as simple as being splashed. Mine definitely aren't like that.
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