This morning I was twisting and turning, in and out of sleep, with/in a nightmare. In my dream I was being followed, it was very dramatic, I was a part of some bigger story. I was a member of a group of people that were being followed, hunted. We all knew we would be caught, eventually. Restless with this ongoing saga, I got up and took something, I think a Xanax, and aimed the fan towards my bed. Then I laid down and went back to sleep. This time I drifted into a deeper sleep and continued the same dream. Except this time I was with friends and we were together watching what had been my dream in which I was a victimized character on the run, now, as though it were merely a scary film. I was like, wow, I am really glad you guys are with me to watch the end of this movie. I told them that I had been so scared by the film that I had never actually seen the end. I would just watch it in segments, small as I could take in and process at a time. I told the people I was with that I did not feel scared now that they were with me like I did when I was watching film by myself. And the dream just got better from there. Yay!
