Tuesday, 20 March 2012

I had a bad dream, Daddy

I'm a bit of a sleepyhead today as I woke up from a scary dream in the middle of the night and lay awake for perhaps an hour afterwards.

In the dream I was walking around a house – I think we were looking it over with a view to moving in – and I had my pet dog with me. Dog and I were in a room on the top floor, with one room downstairs left to go, and I suddenly had a feeling of trepidation come over me, as if we shouldn't go down the stairs to the room. Still, I went to the stairs. And then I suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of impending danger, as if I knew for a fact that a horrid, malevolent presence was rushing up the stairs towards us, a threatening spirit (definitely not Casper), and I turned and ran. And woke up.

Though my mind was calm, my heart was racing and adrenaline was rushing (as of course the body doesn't know that the danger in a dream is imaginary) so I knew that falling back asleep wasn't likely to happen all that soon. I pondered going to my computer and posting about it then and there, but – and you're not allowed to laugh at this – I was too frightened to venture out from the safety of my bed into the darkness. I will confess that even without bad dreams I'm still a little afraid of the dark sometimes, even though I know it's silly. So I lay with my eyes closed and tried to think about nice things until I fell back asleep.

Just thought I'd share that. Feel free to patronise and reassure your favourite naughty little Penny in the comments xx


  1. There are times when naughty Penny needs to be punished, and there are times she needs to be cuddled and comforted. This time, alas, is the latter!

    It's going to be okay, Penny. The nasty old house is gone, and we're all right here.