Everybody stayed on the bed! Amazing, that is.
The only dream of note, which went on for too long, was that time during the Years of Zorn and Tharn when I had to run away with, more or less, the clothes on my back. Except it was the present. And I had to take two of my coworkers with me, which made things nicer, certainly, in a shared anxiety kind of way.
(Sometimes I wonder if my coworkers in my dreams are actually the cows in disguise, because it’s literally always the same two, if my coworkers are involved at all.)
This time I also had more experience with what to do, where to go, what to bring, and a more intimate-than-I’d-like relationship with the local airport.
I don’t really like this dream, but then again, it’s not my parents directly. And it’s a surprisingly rare instance of dreaming, given this weekend….
My weekend has consisted of oncall and sleeping, and nothing else: like a lion in the Serengeti, I have to conserve my energy for the next big hunt. And the next. And the next. And the next. I haven’t been able to do the sleeping part for quite some time until now; I think the last time was a month before the summer of hell started.
I hope it’ll be a nice quiet time before the next period of PTSD hell. Hm. Let’s not think about that. Not that this will necessarily stop it, but dammit, denial must work part of the time.
And now… I guess breakfast, then sleep or oncall, depending.