Do you ever get to the point where you’re so tired that you don’t even have the energy to go to bed?
That’s me, right now. Sitting on the sofa. I want a drink, I need to turn off the TV, my feet are cold, I have chocolate on my fingers from the pain au chocolat I just ate which is going all over Shep’s keyboard, I need to clean my teeth and I really, desperately, painfully want to go to bed. And I’m too tired to do any of it.
I’ve had nightmares for seven weeks in a row now. Every. Goddamn. Night.
I have no idea why. I’ve had nightmares about moving house, exams, shopping, monsters, planes, spiders, trees, the sea, crazy landladies, rabid dogs and even Aaron Eckhart in The Dark Knight (when he was Harvey Dent, not Two-Face, which I really resent because I adored Harvey Dent until he turned up in my nightmare and did something horrible).
I’ve had two nights off: one night in which I dreamt of nothing, slept straight through and woke up feeling wonderful, and another in which I had a lovely dream about somebody,* woke up, fell asleep and then another lovely dream about somebody else.**
But other than those two exceptions, I’ve had nightmares solidly for 47 out of 49 nights.
The only good thing is that despite the fact I’ve been waking up three times every night for seven weeks straight, I haven’t felt the effects the next day. Until this week, at least: it’s finally started to catch up with me. Now, after almost two months of nightmaring, I am The Girl Who Is Too Tired To Get Up Off The Sofa And Climb Into The Bed That’s Just Ten Feet Away.
What I want to know is this:
Does anybody know what causes nightmares? How I can get rid of them? And how the hell I can stop dreaming horrible things and start dreaming about kittens and otters and kakapos?
I’ll dig out a prize to anybody who can help. At least, I would if I wasn’t too tired to get off this sofa.
* Someone from a TV show.
** Someone from another TV show. I’m nothing if not predictable.