Yesterday was very scary. I couldn't sleep night before last. By the time I had to pick my kids up from school I was dead tired. I drove to the middle school and fell asleep before getting out of the car. I had a micro nap and woke up wandering where the heck I was.
I went inside to sign my daughters out and my voice was slurred as if I was drunk or had had a stroke. I felt like falling asleep as I signed their names, but I caught myself and told myself to snap out of it.
The I went to pick up my youngest son (my oldest stayed at the Farm to clean and take care of the animals).
He was waiting outside, so he got in the car. Traffic was backed up, and I fell asleep, making a gap for about 10 cars.
I fell asleep while driving home several times.
I didn't have the money to buy my meds this week and what happened felt more like panic/cataplexia attacks than sleep deprivation... but sleep deprivation made it worse. It was a nightmare.
I came to the RV and crashed on the table bed (the table folds down and the cushions make the mattress) and fell right to sleep. I woke at around 7PM, saw my hubby and was asleep by 9PM. I woke again at around 4AM and traded spots with my daughter who fell asleep on my couch with the computer monitor. I fell back to sleep around 6AM and slept until around 10.
When I woke at 4, I came here and read some posts. Someone's signature had a picture and something about how annoyed they are by the triangle left behind by windshield wipes. I also saw that my nose was swollen where I had re-pierced it a couple weeks ago.
One of the dreams I remember was having a jack-o-lantern type triangular hole in my nose where my piercing it. I worried that it wouldn't heal because it looked so weird and gross lol.
The other dream I had was one I've had several times in the last 10 or so years. I was going to school but was failing out of several classes. I kept trying to race for class but I could never find it and it was on the other side of which ever building I was in.
I was also working for a library, but I had missed a LOT of work and refused to just show up expecting I'd still be employed. I felt guilty because the elderly woman running the place had given me a lot of chances and I continued to blow it.
IN the dream, I was also still married to my ex. He was leaving me, though, and I worried about what I was going to do. We fought during some of the dream, at various times, and each time he left in his car and I was alone, crying.
That is a nightmare to me. I'd rather kill zombies any day...