I've heard people joke about sleeping like a baby - you know, when you fall asleep crying and wake up screaming. I am pleased to say this isn't me, but this year has really done a number on my sleeping patterns.
My sleep is routinely interrupted by super realistic dreams. So far this school year I've woken up giving instructions for an assignment, convinced I forgot to grade something, and with a great project idea. Last night was the weirdest. I was completely convinced I was at Grounds for Sculpture last night - more specifically, in the basement. I went so far as to wake up my boyfriend and ask him why we were in the basement. He's a pretty good sleeper so I don't think he remembers this incident. I guess this isn't that odd since I was at GFS with the college students last night, but it sure was confusing at 4 AM.
I don't know if these dreams are connected to stress or to passion. Sometimes I think they are the result of my over-extended schedule. Regardless, I'm tired today.
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