These days, I don't usually dream. When my grandmother passed away, a friend of mine told me that I'd probably start dreaming about her. No, it hasn't happened yet. I just don't dream. I sleep solidly through and through and wake up feeling like I've only just gone to bed. No creepy parallel worlds. No awkward, dreamed-up scenarios with co-workers. No strange déjà vus . Why is that?
And why is it that suddenly this week, I'm dreaming every night? My sleep is restless. Colored by dizzying images, confused by light and night and day and sound. And by morning, I'm so exhausted by an ineffectual rest, I sleep through the alarm. Sleep through an entire minute of siren-sounding. Wake up exhausted from a nightmare-hangover. What is causing my over-active mind to stay up and party way too late when everyone else has turned in? Is it the moon? The weather? One night, at least, I know it was the wind.
I don't like dreams.