Here’s how tired I am.
I had one of those nightmares last night that sort of ruins your coming day because it’s just that disturbing. But, during the nightmare I remembered that I was dreaming, and like Alice, began to tell myself,
“Wake up, Christie! Christie, wake up!”
Usually, this works.
Not last night. It seems my brain would rather me be utterly terrified than rouse me from barely restful sleep. Needless to say, real Christie and dream Christie were very frustrated with my brain. But as we realized this, our focus shifted and said dream ceased to be horrifying.
But still. I should have woken up. Ugh.