Peggy's Blog (1)

Saturday morning, up at 5:15 dammit. Why? One word: Nightmare. Two words: Real bad. I wasn't being chased by blood thirsty wolves or locked in a room full of vicious rabid rats. It was worse, way worse. It was the kind of long and elaborate nightmare where I was flat out sobbing. Fearful and anxious, I was screaming helplessly and utterly inconsolable through the entire dream. Ugh. I woke up exhausted, terrified, disturbed and pissed off that my subconscious mind would do such a crummy thing to… Continue