“To Sleep, (and) Perchance to Dream”

When I first began this little blog of mine, it was my intention to write each day, five days in a row (with weekends off) and well…that hasn’t exactly worked out as I had originally intended BUT it’s a Monday so now seems as good a time as any. So — here we go! And wish me luck, too! *Fingers crossed*

It’s not that I don’t love to write but I think it requires a certain kind of mental clarity and focus, two things which I have unfortunately not had in abundance as of late. I think though that just maybe, I am now in a better place to do so.

For one, I’ve been sleeping better recently, which is a rather huge deal for me as the last two years have been a real struggle with regards to that, but also, I’ve just had so many truly devastating situations occur, seemingly one right after another, that I think that it’s only been truly recently that my brain has been able to “shut down” and begin to “process” all that has happened to me.

When we sleep, we dream, and sometimes, if we’re lucky, we remember the dreams (or parts of them, at least). I’ve been thinking about this a lot because both last week, and just last night as well, I had two very vivid dreams about two different people that left me feeling slightly disoriented the next morning

One dream, about a now (sad to say) former friend was emotionally disturbing to the extreme for me because this person was saying quite terrible things both to me and to my dog Jake (and anyone who knows me, knows that ANYTHING negative…