So, last night was the worst set of nightmares that I have had in a long time.  Nightmares I can deal with.  What is difficult is when my nightmares have me running around frenetically, and I wake up feeling like I have been hit by a bus.

 So last night’s dreams were the most active I have ever had.  This morning, my eyes are swollen and blurry, I am really out of it, and I feel like hell.  But the dreams themselves were REALLY weird.  This one was all about transportation; a not uncommon nightmare component for me.  It included boats, airplanes, bridges, driving, the BART in SanFran, some kind of high-speed Asian thing, elevators, and alternate reality travel.  Travel has been a consistent component of my nightmares.  It’s the surrounding issues that are always interesting.  The boat experiences usually are a mix of cruise ships and Navy ships.  Last night was exclusively Navy ships.  I wasn’t in the Navy, but I was on them.  So were a lot of other people.  We seemed to be refugees of some sort, but we were Americans.  There weren’t very many actual Navy people on the boat, and most rooms that were for navigation and steering were prop rooms.  It was like finding out that what we thought took 3000 people to run a boat only took 15, and it was a big secret.  I don’t know where we were going, but I remember that I couldn’t find the right place to be, and I kept going into the wrong places.  At one point, I went to the top of the ship.  It was more like a sightseeing deck on a barge.  It was pitch black outside, but we were near land; like in a Bayou or something.  I remember looking around for danger, just trying to figure out where we were.

Then, for some reason, we had to escape.   This is where things got weird.  We were on a mission to get to San Francisco, or at least, that’s where I was going, and others were going there as well.  And we had to “escape” and not be caught.  When I get into the “escape” mode in my dreams, it usually involves some type of transportation that I fear the most, or at least, is frightening in my dreams.  For example, riding a roller coaster that is constantly twisting and turning more than 2000 feet in the air above the ocean, or riding the subway or BART in treacherous conditions, or riding on an airplane when crashing is imminent.  All of the same occurred in my dream this time.  In addition, there was some kind of weirdness going on with an alternate reality with a group of people that I was hanging out with, and the person we relied on the most was nice in our reality, but evil in the other one.  Apparently, the nice one was supposed to be in the other reality, and the mean one was supposed to be in ours, so we had to swap.  Then our lives were in danger.

And while we were trying to hide from the crazy and mean person, we were in Las Vegas, and had no idea what hotel we were supposed to stay at.  I was the only person that had been there, so I was in charge.  When we got there, we were starving, so I took people to places that I knew to eat.

Las Vegas was a mix of Las Vegas, San Fran and LA.  I was the only person with any experience in those cities, so I had to be in charge.  But we were constantly dodging evil people, danger and imminent death.  There were other groups of people there who were on the boat, but each group kind of fended for themselves.  There were a couple of cases where I was going to die, and had to make deals with people for them to save me.  They weren’t pleasant deals either.  I was committed to do heinous things just to save my life. 

Near the end of the dream, I was staying at the parent’s house of the evil guy.  I was trying to take a shower, and I was using the bathroom with no lock.  There was chocolate in the bathroom, and you were supposed to “eat” the chocolate into shape of the word “occupied” to put on the outside of the door so people knew that someone was in the bathroom.  I found it difficult to carve the word “occupied” with my teeth.  While I was trying to carve out the word, the sister accidentally walked in on me, and she was very nice.  She tried to make me feel better about almost being killed by her brother, and the fact that her brother was trying to kill me.  She indicated that this was normal for him.

Then, Mom was talking on the phone to one of her friends, and she was talking about how she hadn’t touched the living room of Hull Circle in almost a year.  Her teeth were white and frosty, and Hull Circle’s living room was the same.  I remember thinking, “Oh, it hasn’t been a year since you cleaned the living room with your teeth”, but then I realized it had been since last November.  I thought it was ridiculous that she wouldn’t go into Hull Circle’s living room, enshrining it in this wintery ice and fog that it was currently in.  I couldn’t figure out the purpose of it.  Then I spent time trying to show Mom how white her teeth were, especially since they were frozen and frosty from cleaning the living room with her teeth.  I have NO idea what that was about.

Then I was back on the Navy boat.  I was supposed to wear specific clothes, but I couldn’t find them at the store.  I tried every store at the mall I could find to get clothes that I needed, but there were none.  So I got into a lot of trouble on the boat, and I was in trouble all the way up to the top level.  So I got kicked off the boat, and was on my way back to San Franscisco again.  And it goes on and on and on.

 Bottom line, whenever transportation is in my dream, it usually means running around like crazy, which means I will feel like I got hit by a bus when I get up in the a.m.  Tack onto that constantly fearing and running for my life, and you get one tired Michelle in the a.m.  I always have trouble shaking these nightmares, because they are so intense and vivid.  And no, I don’t eat anything weird before I go to bed. 

On another note, I am having new electrical problems in the house.  Night before last, the breaker for my room blew.  I woke up not being able to breathe through my CPAP.  So I had to get up and figure it out, and you know how great I am with breakers and GPFs.  Last night, the electricity blew, but briefly, and didn’t flip the breaker.  But I did wake up not being able to breathe.

I flipped all the GPFs in the house three times, and I still can’t get the outlets in my bathroom to work.  The electrical in the house SUCKS!