Stress Dreams

Alright, I don't need to re-emphasise that I am in the finals days of revising my mini-thesis. But stress levels are reaching an all time high. I mean, these are rivaling my days as an AP/Honors high school senior. (And you people think I'm high strung now... you talk to my classmates from high school!)

I have been keeping myself level-headed by working a lot. By logic, that would mean that I am too busy to be worried and working on the paper makes me less nervous. Well, perhaps. But anytime I am not working on my paper, working out like a madwoman at the gym, or deliriously into some crappy nighttime drama in a desperate attempt to calm down before bed, I am a little preoccupied with deadlines. Last night, however, the stress dreams began.

The dream was that my brother and I were trying to find a place to hang out on New Year's Eve and for some reason were unable to find anyplace. We met up with a kid that I went to grade school with (but won't mention because we weren't ever friends really and it's weird that he turned up in my dream) to help us on our mission. We were apparently in Chicago because we ended up hanging out at Oprah's house for a while because we went way back from a time I had done her hair or something. Her living room had a cool feature where the floor would scale away and it was ocean, complete with scary fish. So my brother, kid from grade school and I picked individual fish and had them fight each other. They were all scary looking with big teeth and there were sting rays everywhere. We were dangling off the couch watching the fish compete. Well, the fish got a bit competitive and jumped up. I (of course) flinched by rolling over, aiming my face away from the big sharp teeth of my brother's fish. But it bit my arm, hard. I woke up and realised that I had been sleeping on my arm and my fingers actually did bite into my other arm because I'd actually flinched. Now, my left arm hurt as tiny drops of blood started forming in four neat crescents and my other arm started stinging with pain because I'd been sleeping on it for ages. My neck also cramped up from my sudden jumping. I was in quite the state.

Maybe TV isn't the answer to peaceful sleep. Perhaps I should invest in some fine, aged Bourbon.