
Last Thursday night I had a severe nightmare about being torn apart by battle androids. This was unusual on several counts: I rarely remember my dreams, I even more rarely have nightmares, and I hadn't eaten anything spicy for dinner--which is what usually triggers my memorable dreams.
Last night I also had a nightmare, one bad enough to wake me up. Or make me think I had woken up; I'm fuzzy on this point. It was really annoying because I'd stayed up till 2 am writing, and having some of what little sleep time I had eaten up by nightmares was, well, annoying. Or do nightmares count as dreaming for sleep purposes? They seem unrestful, but maybe the mechanical parts of my brain don't care.
There was one cool part of last night's dream, though: In it I was a black-clad woman with white hair and red eyes (as in bloody red) and I flew through the sky brandishing a sword. I don't think going through the nightmare for that was worth it. And in case you are wondering, what I was writing on before bedtime had nothing in common with my nightmare. Then it might have made sense.