Dreams

Its so hard to sleep, I have developed some pretty severe insomnia, which has lead to extreme exhaustion during the day..you would think that would mean I would be able to sleep during the night, but no..the cycle carries on. So I fall asleep last night sometime, and I start dreaming crazy stuff. This is usually what happens. I manage to sleep then comes the crazy ass dreams that make me jump outta bed...rinse and repeat.

Last night I had two bad dreams that I remember. The first was just ridiculous. I went to the airport to pick up Zach, and all seemed normal. Until this crazy lady came out of nowhere with a drill....yes a HUGE ass drill...and started drilling people. REALLY Missy? Blood was gushing everywhere as she caught person after person and just drilled holes all through them. I ran away and found Zachs gate , and everyone got off the plane ..but no Zach. I started crying  ( why wasnt i crying before seeing drill lady drilling everyone??) and out of nowhere everyone is running and screaming and drill lady is back and drilled some poor man right in front of me and was coming for me, her face all covered in blood and i was frozen screaming just inches from getting holes drilled all through my body.....and I woke up. Thank goodness, right? I was sweating when I woke up, my heart beating..i was shaking..and i cuddled my babies next to me.

Second dream, not as gross..I was with Zach and we were at my parents...it was time for bed and we got in bed ( yeah yeah...) then he both just slept on our own sides of the bed. I usually sleep with my head on his chest, probably annoys the hell out of him, but we never sleep on opposite sides. In my dream I felt empty, like I didnt know him. And we never spoke...we wake up and my family is cooking this strange dinner. Everyone is at my house, and its all this food ...like potatoes cubed and what what looked like glued together, hunks of bread all matted together..it was SO weird!! Again, Zach and I never spoke, he sat on the opposite side of the table...the funny part was, Alis highchair was there, int he box..we were all worried about not having enough seats, my mom said its fine I have this highchair..suddenly it was built and ...my mom was sitting in it. What the hell. No one even questioned it.

Just wondering if these dreams have anything to do with worries in the back of my mind? Of course within reason ;)

I'd almost rather NOT sleep at all, then to have these crazy ass dreams.