sometimes I scare myself

I woke up at an ungodly hour this morning, a-hollerin'. I must have had a nightmare although I have no idea about what. Woke me up, woke Holly up, probably the dogs and cats too. Then I couldn't get back to sleep.

I had another nightmare yesterday too. All I remember was the variation of the cliched "back in high school" variety. Then I woke up and remembered I'm in grad school and felt so relieved I forgot any of the interesting and disturbing details of this r.e.m. cycle that I might have otherwise wanted to remember.

My theory is that in my unconscious mind there is a tremendous desire to succeed and fear of failure that is causing these nocturnal disturbances. The solution must be drugs somehow. (Remember: Alcohol IS a drug!)