Life stress dreams has always given me the worst nightmares. With the onset of the new job promotion, the baby on her way, and the research paper deadline looming on the horizon there is no reason to wonder why the nightmares have returned. Yes, my insomnia is still bearing down on me as always. I'm still looking for an alternative to the pharmaceutical zombie inducing meds of late, but they are the only thing keeping me from seeing the sunrise every morning. So what happens in the night? This morning at exactly 3:45am, I sat straight up in bed thinking about how life can be totally random in its path. We are born, grow up, we make some small change in the human existence, we die.
This is my nocturnal life and thought processes from now on it seems.
So what do I do in the ass end of the night? I come down stairs and try to not wake the dogs as I get a glass of water. Yeah, that never really happens as well as one would hope.
If one dog wakes up, they both wake up. If they wake up, they have to pee. Walking the dogs at 4 am is just as sad as it sounds. While just letting them out into the back would be fine but they would just come back inside wet from the grass dew.
Last night as we went past the park at the Library, we passed a lone jogger which made me think, "Who the hell jogs as 4 in the morning?" but then I thought about how he saw Buffy, Murphy, and I "Who the hell walks their dogs at 4 in the morning? What a weirdo". This also led me into thinking about if he had woken up with the same life/death thoughts running through his head and just decided to run it off/
Either way, It 5 am now and the sky is just now starting to show the first purple hues of a fresh dawn on the horizon.
Time to start the new day.
This is my nocturnal life and thought processes from now on it seems.
So what do I do in the ass end of the night? I come down stairs and try to not wake the dogs as I get a glass of water. Yeah, that never really happens as well as one would hope.
If one dog wakes up, they both wake up. If they wake up, they have to pee. Walking the dogs at 4 am is just as sad as it sounds. While just letting them out into the back would be fine but they would just come back inside wet from the grass dew.
Last night as we went past the park at the Library, we passed a lone jogger which made me think, "Who the hell jogs as 4 in the morning?" but then I thought about how he saw Buffy, Murphy, and I "Who the hell walks their dogs at 4 in the morning? What a weirdo". This also led me into thinking about if he had woken up with the same life/death thoughts running through his head and just decided to run it off/
Either way, It 5 am now and the sky is just now starting to show the first purple hues of a fresh dawn on the horizon.
Time to start the new day.
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