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Wasn't gonna write tonight because my brain is in translation mode and I had to literally tear myself away from my work in progress (almost half done! woo! I rock!) and my scanned PDF source file and the Swedish-English dictionary and the Stora Ordboken and the SAOB and PUT THE KEYBOARD DOWN. I pictured myself whirling about the room in a long white lacy nightgown while the maidservants turned down the bedcovers and hung up my robe, hugging the keyboard to my breast and crooning I could have worked all night, I could have worked all night and can't decide if the image should make me laugh or make me get a grip.

At 5 a.m. the alarm goes off, a sharp burst of scream, and I realize, waking with an abrupt lurch into reality, that it isn't the alarm at all, it's my daughter in the grip of a nightmare halfway across the darkened house. Thankfully, she pulled me out of one of my own. I rarely have them, but this one was a doozy.

Driving around an island, rounded stone walls rising above me, sculptured terraces covered with vines. I'm staring in wonder and in awe at the landscaping and continue into the overhang of a giant stone tunnel. The marbled grey walls on either side are patterned with windows like stone skyscrapers, I can't see the roof but have a sense of huge spaces and openness above me. Down where I am there is a sense of oppression. No longer in the car, I am standing in the open space, surrounded by rock, mesmerized. Behind me, a woman I work with follows me in, but she doesn't come nearly as far as I have.

Without warning, an alarm sounds and a voice, distorted by distance and static, begins barking orders. I can't understand exactly what is being said but the gist is clear: get out, get OUT. The woman behind me whirls and begins to run, and in horror I see that the entrance is closing. I try to run and stumble, realizing that I can't run fast enough, I won't make it. She disappears beyond the portal just as it snaps shut, clanging echoes rising in the still air. I'm still moving, in panic and hopelessness. The wall is smooth on either side, there is no other exit. The loudspeaker continues to shrill and I can feel all the hairs rising along my neck and arms. From the corner of my eye I see a sudden movement, a light, and there by the closed entrance is a small round tunnel off to the side. I sprint inside and as I do, the light snaps off and a wall slams shut behind me, enclosing me in a claustrophobically small cave from which there is no escape.

Just then, Karin screams. I can feel my heart pounding as I wake.

Tonight, before bedtime, she comes in for a hug and asks in a quiet voice, "I'm scared to go to bed. Will I have another nightmare tonight?" I hold her tightly and say firmly, "No. Everyone gets only one a week, and sometimes not even that." She's reassured. I, who haven't been able to shake my dream all day, am not.

It's Got Nothing to Do With Horses: Why a bad dream is called a nightmare
mood: indescribable
music: Beth Orton—Thinking About Tomorrow

(no subject) - (Anonymous)

Just you wayte, 'enry 'iggins!

(no subject) - (Anonymous)

We all had a decent night's sleep :)

Wow, what do you two have for dinner last night?! Anders didn't sleep well last night either but at least he was merely awake and not screaming and crying. I hope EVERYONE sleeps well tonight.

Much better, thank you! :)

Yay for word books. Even more yay if you actually have use of them. I hope you're not trying to maintain the archaic language when you translate into English? ;-)


Yikes. That had ME sweating.


I STILL have the heebie-jeebies!


Oh, I just HATE nightmares that stay with you all day - much better are the good dreams that make you smile. I had a dream where Beaux and I were given a plane ticket to Paris - but we could only stay one day! Definitely not a nightmare, if Paris is involved.

I love the explanation on how nightmares got their name. Very educational!


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