A Rude Awakening

“I told my therapist I was having nightmares about nuclear explosions. He said don't worry it's not the end of the world."
-Jay London

Last night at 2 o’clock in the morning I woke up totally wet with an empty glass in my hand. Needless to say, I jumped out of bed cursing, and praying that Rob would sleep through it.

As I’ve battled these never-ending allergies, I’ve found that it helps to keep a glass of water next to the bed, in case I get choked up. Before falling asleep, I had been holding the glass of water, but then specifically thought, “Jana, it would probably not be a good idea to fall asleep with this in your hand.” And, I put it aside.

However, at some point in the night, I must have picked it up again, and then proceeded to pour it all over myself. I kind of have some muscle memory of throwing my hand up in the air, just before I awoke. I changed into dry clothes, put a towel over the wet sheets, and climbed back into bed. Where I promptly fell back asleep and dreamt of killing my fish.

I’ve been having these frightening dreams lately where my fish is dying and I can’t do anything about it. Last night, while begging her not to, a tiny Asian woman threw Scooter into a tank with another Beta fish. He fought to the death, but because he is so old, he did not come out victorious. Any dream interpreters out there?

Let’s just say it was a rough night.