I had a pretty good day yesterday, lunching and dining at the proper times and napping only the once. Went to bed happy and content at about 10:30, waking a little after midnight to say goodnight to Graham when he made his routine ‘are we all safe?’ call.
Then, at 01:30 I found myself storming down the stairway to tackle a burglar.
For five minutes I stood in the hallway, wondering what the hell I was doing. There was no burglar. No burglary had taken place. It was the aftermath of an unpleasant and totally real nightmare.
Hey ho. They say these things happen as you get older. One of the downsides of aging, I suppose. Thankfully there are more good things in my life than bad.
I made myself a big mug of hot chamomile tea and sat in front of the computer, reading blogs and viewing TV programs I’d missed, then went back to bed at 03:30, to sleep like a little old log until 08:15.
This morning I’m calm and collected, enjoying a nice sunny day, tripping round the garden and standing outside to get a bit of sun on my arms and legs. All’s well with my little world, and all’s as well as can be expected with me.
I tell ya, though, many more dreams like that and I shall obtain a large and effective knobkerry to keep beside my bed, just in case. Never quite understood the need for such a thing but you never know with nightmares.
