Again I slept shitty, waking up just a few hours into my sleep. This time I needed a lorazepam to relax me back to sleep. If it isn’t hot flashes or “heart attacks” waking me up, it’s nightmares. It was a very long and detailed dream that took place in my childhood home, but I’ll get to that in a minute. 

We’ve been having all kinds of Internet problems causing the connection to either hiccup or run really slow. Comcast sent a message saying they had outages in the area and were working on it, but then when Tom checked my computer he found I was connected to the wrong Wi-Fi. He disabled all the ones I shouldn’t be connected to, and now I’m back up to speed. 

Also, my computer stalls whenever I right-click to copy or pin something to my boards and that’s annoying as fuck, too. 

Called Dr. A’s office as instructed after seeing  O for what will hopefully be the last time, and requested labs for hormonal testing. I was told someone would get back to me, but no one did. Oh well. It’s nothing that can’t wait till I see her on the first. 

So now for my series of dreams. Most were brief, but one was long and detailed. I think I might have had one to do with hormone testing, but can’t say for sure. 

Then there was a quick dream where I was giving an interview about sweeping, and I guess I was discussing a win notice because I was saying how I didn’t think to check my spam box that day. In reality, though, I check it every day and don’t expect to win ever again, so I’ll quit sweeping in early June when my premium subscription expires. This is just like last time; I started off winning, then nothing. 

Next, Tom and I were temporarily living in some huge hotel or apartment building of some kind. He had to go down several floors, through some hallways, and through a series of doors and gates to get out of the building. The only way he could get back in at the end of the day was for me to be there to let him in. I hoped I would remember the way. 

The lower level of the building had many stores and shops and I thought, wow, I could spend thousands shopping the day away here. 

But then I looked down and realized I was in some kind of uniform with the number 6767 on it and knew I too, had to get to work. 

The real nightmare was in my childhood home. Funny too, cuz this isn’t the first dream I’ve had of someone breaking into that house, even though no one ever did in the 13 years we lived there. 

Tom and I lived in the house and I fell asleep in the back right bedroom. I thought I was hearing my sister’s voice in a dream when I realized it was actually someone else’s voice somewhere inside the house. 

I shot out of bed, down the stairs, and out the front door. It was just about dark now, and I stood outside the screen door swearing into the house at the intruder. Yet I wasn’t brave enough to face them on my own and instead ran down the driveway and toward the street, knowing Tom would be home from work any minute. 

The street suddenly turned into a parking garage and I realized the intruder could follow me there, and then I heard a sound. I hoped to hell it was Tom, and it was. I spotted him taking a box from the trunk of the car and told him I couldn’t swear to it and may’ve been dreaming, but that there could be an intruder in the house. 

He calmly followed me to the open front door and I told him I wanted to go in ahead of him. “That way, if God forbid anyone rams a knife in our direction, I get hit and you’ll be spared,” I said. 

We went straight up the stairs and checked all 4 bedrooms. Nothing. I then breathed a sigh of relief, even though we never checked the ground floor or cellar.