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How Did You Sleep Last Night?

I slept good and got up at a better time. No bad dreams. I am trying to sleep better. It makes me feel better the next day.
 
Wow, I really had an active "sleep-a-thon". For 14 hours I slept for 2-3 hour intervals, waking up only briefly in between. Then I tried to get up at 10am but couldn't stay awake so I went back to bed and slept for another 3 hours. Now it's almost 5pm, and I've stayed awake but still feel sleepy and drugged.

I dreamed a lot and they were strange and unpleasant dreams. One was about the ex boyfriend who tried to kill me in real life. I dreamed I had a new boyfriend, it was someone that I was hugely attracted to in high school but only went out with 1-2 times. In the dream, the ex was acting all threateningly toward us, and the new bf didn't know him, but was just not at all impressed with him or afraid of him.

I often dream of that house where it happened. I dream about the inside, and of still living there with the kids, and of it being haunted (it was rumored to be, but I never saw anything). I dream about the ex being scary and crazy and trying to hurt me, but I'm never aware of being afraid of him any more, and have not been since immediately after. A couple years after it happened, I was at my kids' karate shool Christmas party and was completely freaked out because there was a guy there who looked like him, but wasn't him.

The dreams last night were also about a girl (Ill call her "Jill") I was close friends with from ages 12-15, before I moved away. In the dream, I was taking a job doing housecalls, kind of like a nurse midwife or something, but it was in the town I lived in in the mountains at that age. In the dream, the living conditions were much worse than it actually was - it had been an area with some Appalachian poverty, but in the dream, that's all it was. Jill was taking care of these terribly indigent, horribly disfigured and mentally retarded women that had been hidden away, and kept or tied in their beds for decades. But she was the only one who took care of them.

She was also pregnant, and had had many babies who died as infants, also disfigured. Then she had this one but left it for some old woman to care for, so she could go back to her work. She acted like nothing had happened, like giving birth was no big deal, and the baby was going to die anyway. I was trying to get her to stop working and stay with the baby. All of my things were in a big moving van and the drivers had just left me with it, and Jill and I were stuck with it. We were going to have to drive it and unload it, just the two of us.

I realized that since she had just had the baby, she couldn't help, and I was trying to call my two sisters so they and their husbands could help. (In reality my sisters live close to where Jill had lived growing up). But the calls on my cell phone wouldn't go through, and one of the women had untied herself and had me cornered alone and was acting like she was going to hurt me or sexually assault me.

I know there was tons more to the dreams, but I can't remember more. Those were some strange dreams.
 

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