Amy and Chris had different reasons for their sleepless nights.  Mine was possibly self inflicted.

For the third night in a row, I woke up in the middle of night from horrible nightmares.

Not sure what it was on Monday night, but I woke up drenched in cold sweat and my heart beating fast, feeling quite horrified from whatever it was I dreamed about.  Obviously I was tired enough to fall right back asleep.

Tuesday night, I dreamed that I was a part of an undercover team, discovering neighborhood teenage gang.  I came around the corner from talking to my police contact to find the back door of my car opened. I walked around and found a few kids ripping the speakers and random bits out of my car.  I yelled at them to stop and they stopped on one side of the car, just to go to the other side and started doing the same thing.

Somewhere in there, I got inside the car as somebody opened the hood.  Flames started to rise from there.  I hurried out of the car, screaming at these kids.  Someone doused me with gasoline.

Brandon actually woke me up because I was crying out.  Obviously, it took me a long time to go back to sleep from that one.

Last night was even more trippy.  I had a nightmare IN my nightmare.  In the dream’s nightmare, I saw faceless people crawling up from the shadows in my bedroom back home and they were coming after me.  I woke up and I was pretty sure the shadow people were still after me.  So I ran out of my bedroom, calling my maid’s name, but she wasn’t downstairs.

So I ran into my parents’ room.  Stood in the bathroom were my mom and dad…sans face.  They were shadow people too.

I woke up whimpering.

You know it’s bad when you’re having a dream about your nightmare.  And I never thought I would actually dread going to bed like this.  Perhaps I need to employ some sleep aid for the night.