So for some reason last night, I didn't get much sleep.
It wasn't for a GOOD reason, trust me. I'm not good at getting to sleep generally. Even when I DO manage to fall under, before I quite get there I tend to have a semi-conscious mini-nightmare that has me awake and scared to sleep again. Like last week, when the mini-nightmare featured someone putting a voodoo curse on me where i wouldn't be able to get my body off the mattress. I actually woke up properly, on my front, unable to move for about five minutes. I think I was frozen in fear.
No wonder I don't like going to sleep.
So I amused myself when I couldn't sleep last night by playing with my new phone. Some random game called "Bistro Cook" which is the most pointless game ever - you are making fry-ups for people in a race against time (really strange combinations like fries and CABBAGE? Or chicken leg with tomato and bread.) All very odd. And yet strangely addictive. Go figure.
I got a half hour window of sleep between 6am and 6.30am and then it was time to get up.
I deal with sleep deprivation quite a lot, although as long as I get four hours I can generally make it through the day fairly easily. But I knew at some point during the day, when I've had less than that, there's always a window where it suddenly hits me and for an hour or so, I find myself becoming more and more droopy eyed. Usually the only thing that resolves it is me actually falling asleep for a split second. When I catch myself doing this, it frightens me back out of the tiredness.
It hit me today just after lunch. But it wasn't getting any better. I kept falling asleep for milli-seconds and it wasn't making a difference. I was too hot, I was doing heavy breathing to the point where one of my colleagues had to check i was okay.
Then I had a hallucination.
There was a random strip of cardboard curled on my desk in front of me, i think it was from tearing open a cardboard package from DHL. Somehow, before my snooze-filled eyes, it transformed itself . . . into a bra.
Into MY bra.
The idea I had somehow managed to leave my bra on my desk FINALLY snapped me out of my slump. Within a few moments, I was wide awake again. (And still am, seven hours later. I bet you I can't get to sleep again tonight. Hmmmm.)
What a strange thing to hallucinate about, right?
Does anyone else have sleep or mini-nightmares (or daytime hallucination) issues like mine?