Can't sleep... cats will eat me...

Having a hard time getting to sleep these days... I don't know why.

Had a crazy ass dream the other night, it was so vivid, so real. It was just ... wicked.

Started out with me coming home from the office, I stop over at this woman's home, her kitchen specifically and we talk, I don't remember the conversation. When I'm leaving the news on the television set mentions warships are coming into US waters.

I don't remember actually getting home, but I do remember getting into my apartment building with a pack of my neighbors all in a tizzy yelling at my sister who apparently also just got home from work. Looks like we live together for some reason.

Anywho, she freaks and shuts the front door as I walk up to the angry neighbors. They tell me this batshit craziest thing in the world. And this is a direct quote from the dream:

"Hey, we live here and we made a deal with this spirit you see. We're just trying to get by and this evil spirit lives here and we made a damn deal. Then you come in here and don't do nothing. And now its gone alls polergeist on our ass. We're just trying to get by, trying to live here. Whatchu' gonna do?"

Crazy, I tell you.

So I open the front door, let myself in, and as I shut it I say "I work too hard to give a rats ass." And I slam the door in their faces.

I kid you not. Onward with the dream retelling, God it was a weird one.

So I'm in my apartment, more of a swanky ass condo with a flat screen on the wall, nice little kitchen going on, and for some reason I'm barefoot and the carpet feels like a bed. Good times. I mean it, its a helluva job I have if I can afford this.

My sister is on the couch curled up with the blanket she's had since she was a baby. This small threadbare pink and white blanket my mother bought her for her first christmas. Had a large drawing of a panda on it for some reason. Anywho, she's sitting on the couch, curled up all cozy watching like CNN and there is an image of the coastline and this big battleship is coming up fast on the coast. Deck guns out and all that good stuff.

I shrug and all of a sudden...

BOOM-THOOM!

What the hell was that?

BOOM-THOOM!

Again.

BOOM-THOOM!

Its louder now, I look outside. I realize I'm about 20 stories up, beautiful view of the coast. Something on the TV makes me think that the battleship is possibly one from our own fleet. Something about uranium tipped shells.

BOOM-THOOM!

Its even louder and as I'm staring out the window, and we're damn near the coastline as I can see the shells landing in and detonating in the bay now.

The whole building rocks from the explosions as ...

BOOM-THOOM!

Another two shells HIT THE FRICKEN CITY. I freak, I jump into this half crouched pose ready to run and I hold my hand out to my sister and yell "We GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE!"

She looks at me, not quite trusting me, as we've had alot of turmoil between us these last 5 years. And yet we live together for some reason.

BOOM-THOOM!

I'm still staring at her as the double detonation rocks the entire building even more violently.

WE GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE, DAMMIT!

She gets up so slow and nonchantly, leaving her blanket behind, only to stop and slowly head back to pick it up... fold it, and put it under her arm, like when she was little. She finally takes my hand and...

I wake up.

My heart is racing. Turns out my heart was beating so hard and so loud that the sound of the shelling was actually my own heartbeat. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. I had an urge to simply leap out of bed, and I'm a pretty heavy guy, and just take on whatever was coming for me.

I did some breathing exercises and was able to get back to bed. But damn if that didn't stick with me. So bright so vivid. Like a nightmare in IMAX.

And now here I am, the next night and I do not wish to relive this nightmare, but sleep I must.

Good night.