When I’m sick I usually have an abundance of bad dreams and don’t sleep very well as a result.  This morning either my alarm or my kitty (can’t remember which) woke me up right in the middle of a terrible dream.  

All I can recall about the dream was that my love interest and I were fighting for our lives, and he was dying after trying to defend me (hmmm… WoW related? rofl).  Anyway… I woke up just as I was dragging him off somewhere to get help, and I just can’t shake the icky feeling.  It obviously wasn’t a realistic dream, but it shook me. 

I tried to close my eyes for a few minutes and think of happy things.  I fixed some nice healthy oatmeal for breakfast.  I listened to my favorite tunes while I got ready for work… and all the way here.  No luck.  

Now I’m starting my day at work, and I feel broken down already.  My body feels like it actually went through the battle… my spirit is low.  This is not a good way to start my day… especially since I already feel like this place is a war zone at times.  (Not the students, but the adults who work here.)

Why can’t I ever be dreaming of kittens and tulips when the alarm goes off?