A Bad Night

Last night was the worst night I have had for a while.  It was so bad that I had no energy to get up and go to work this morning.  After sending a text to the boss to this effect, I crawled back into bed, and slept until 12. Then after a shower and a quick cup of coffee I finally went to work.

I had only stayed up until 9.40. It is not as if I had a late night of drunken debauchery.  I watched the rather disappointing pilot programme of “Under the Dome” while toddling on my treadmill at low to medium speed.  Then, in what was probably a Very Bad Move, I had a bedtime cup of chai latte and a few crackers with some of the genuine Stilton which Carl had brought back from Rockingham for me.  I suspect it may have been this that contributed to the bad night and in particular to the very vivid and disconcerting nightmares that plagued what little sleep I had.  Nightmares combining missing the bus stop and having to walk for miles back to where I needed to be, being lost in dark twisting passages that were alternately caves, classrooms and the decks of a freighter,  trying to get somewhere unattainable in a four wheel drive pushing through gravel up rapids and along convoluted mazes of organic intestines, while having frustrating conversations and interactions with people I no longer wish to know, all topped off with the evergreen nightmare situation of being in public without clothes, although I did somehow manage to cover myself with a lavalava and a crash helmet in an unexpected upturn of circumstances that left me feeling almost optimistic as I awoke.

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About Alan

Settling into my 7th decade and still determined not to grow up too soon.
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3 Responses to A Bad Night

  1. Alan says:

    I sleep but get no rest. I am hoping the sleep test I did last Friday may reveal the cause and therefore give some hope of treatment. If it is sleep apnoea as suspected then I can wear a mask until I get my weight down. That is probably the real cause. Comfort food. A sure sign of depression. I have steadily gained weight since I gave up smoking. I am now 30 Kg heavier than when I went to Fiji – and I was overweight then.

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  2. Pilgrim33 says:

    The book of Under the dome was not bad but far from his best.
    That’s a worry re not able to get up.
    Do you know why you’re so unhappy?
    Can’t be chemical if you’re still on the meds.?
    THe dreams seem to follow a standard pattern-lost,unable to do what you desperately know needs to be done,abandonment,powerlessness -yup-we all have those.
    Not that that helps but at least we know why..
    Call any night.

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  3. Observations of a Perpetual Motorcyclist says:

    “Lavalava and a crash helmet”, hahahahah!

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