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Went to bed last night a little after midnight and was pretty much feeling fine at the time. Then I woke up around 3am or so with a migraine, which is still going even now. Not sure how much sleep I got after that but I know I got at least some, since when the alarm came on it woke me up from what was among the worst dreams I've ever had. More on that in a bit. I got up and went to send off an email to work telling them I wouldn't be in today, then went back to bed. Only just got up again around 30-45 minutes ago or so, so total time in bed was roughly 11 and a half hours or so. Out of that, no idea how much actual, meaningful sleep there was. Aside from the dream, most of it seemed to feel like a kind of stupor, not fully asleep but not fully awake either. Still feeling incredibly crappy right now.
The dream. There's actually not a lot to it, at least what I remember of it anyway. Simply put, I was back in NC at my parents' house, in my old bed. It was around 2-4am or something along those lines. I was trying to sleep, but my mom was in the kitchen making coffee or some such. (To understand why this was an issue, my room in my parents' house is adjacent to the kitchen, and the bed is situated such that the foot of the bed points toward the door between the two rooms, which is always left open. Thus, when the light is on, it pretty much shines right in my face when I'm in the bed in my own room. Also, any sounds from the kitchen are easily audible in my room as well. IRL this stopped being much of a problem since I took to wearing earplugs while asleep, and also could fairly easily block out the light by covering my head with a pillow and/or the bedcovers.) Anyway back to the dream. So I'm laying there, trying to adjust my bedcovers to try to block out the light, and my mom says something about she knows how cold it is and she'll try to build up the fire. (Another quick aside, when I woke up IRL, all my bedcovers were tangled down around my legs, which I guess is why it was so cold in the dream.) I say that it's not so much the cold that was bothering me but that the light was on and she was rattling around dishes. Now, here is why the dream was so crappy. IRL, it was usually my dad who was the one who got up in the early morning and made coffee like that. In the dream, I never really directly acknowledged that there was something weird about it being my mom instead of him, except for a really vague sense that something just seemed off about the whole thing. It was only after I woke up that I realized why it bothered me, which is part of the reason why I consider the dream to be so crappy. Well, that, and the fact that it seemed like literally the moment that my mom finally turned off the lights and went on into the living room, finally allowing me to start to go back to sleep in the dream, that was when the alarm came on IRL and woke me up.
All in all, this is a really crappy end to an otherwise decent 4-day Thanksgiving weekend. That felt like an actual vacation of sorts. This today, however, just feels like me missing a day of work due to a freaking migraine.
The dream. There's actually not a lot to it, at least what I remember of it anyway. Simply put, I was back in NC at my parents' house, in my old bed. It was around 2-4am or something along those lines. I was trying to sleep, but my mom was in the kitchen making coffee or some such. (To understand why this was an issue, my room in my parents' house is adjacent to the kitchen, and the bed is situated such that the foot of the bed points toward the door between the two rooms, which is always left open. Thus, when the light is on, it pretty much shines right in my face when I'm in the bed in my own room. Also, any sounds from the kitchen are easily audible in my room as well. IRL this stopped being much of a problem since I took to wearing earplugs while asleep, and also could fairly easily block out the light by covering my head with a pillow and/or the bedcovers.) Anyway back to the dream. So I'm laying there, trying to adjust my bedcovers to try to block out the light, and my mom says something about she knows how cold it is and she'll try to build up the fire. (Another quick aside, when I woke up IRL, all my bedcovers were tangled down around my legs, which I guess is why it was so cold in the dream.) I say that it's not so much the cold that was bothering me but that the light was on and she was rattling around dishes. Now, here is why the dream was so crappy. IRL, it was usually my dad who was the one who got up in the early morning and made coffee like that. In the dream, I never really directly acknowledged that there was something weird about it being my mom instead of him, except for a really vague sense that something just seemed off about the whole thing. It was only after I woke up that I realized why it bothered me, which is part of the reason why I consider the dream to be so crappy. Well, that, and the fact that it seemed like literally the moment that my mom finally turned off the lights and went on into the living room, finally allowing me to start to go back to sleep in the dream, that was when the alarm came on IRL and woke me up.
All in all, this is a really crappy end to an otherwise decent 4-day Thanksgiving weekend. That felt like an actual vacation of sorts. This today, however, just feels like me missing a day of work due to a freaking migraine.
