Tuesday, June 3, 2014

2014-06-03 0430 terror

Woke up at 4:30 with a night terror. Couldn't get back to sleep. Gave up at 6AM. Showered and stayed up. Argh!

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Tuesday, May 27, 2014

2014-05-27 another bad night

Bed at 2315

Sweats at 0100

Wide awake at 0300; drifted off about 0415

Chills in the morning

0815 feet on floor


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Tuesday, May 20, 2014

2014-05-20 Yet another bad night

Bed at 10:45 (I think)
Up at 11:15 with a soaked tshirt.
Woke up at 4.
Drifted back to sleep at 5:30
Chills at 6
Back to sleep at 6:15
Wet tshirt at 6:30
Changes and dozed off quickly
Chills at 730
Up and going at 8:15


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Monday, May 19, 2014

2014-05-19 Resuming reporting on my sleeping problems

To recap, playing with my vitamins I blundered on to a "cure".

A kidney stone and an elevated D level led the doc to stop.

Shortly after that my problems returned.

(1) Night terrors
(2) Night sweats
(3) Morning chills

Last night, bed at 11;15.

Sweated before I went to sleep and had to change tshirt.

Drifting off, I felt very warm. (A new symptom.)

Woke up at about 4:15 with no memory of terror.

Drifted back off about 5:30.

Between 6 and 630, morning chill.

Woke up about 7 with a damp tshrt.

Up and moving at 7:15.

Rough night.

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Saturday, August 10, 2013

REPORT: 2013-08AUG-10 Four sweats and two bad ones, but i remember the last one ...

2100 -- turn in early full day tomorrow
2200 -- first of four sweats. didn't record the times. just the tshirts.
0100 -- night terror; not memorable; deep breathing back to sleep
0400 -- bad night terror. that was it for sleeping. remember it.

Walking along a seaside boardwalk, thinking what a beautiful sunny but not hot day. Gentle sea breeze from the Ocean. Partly cloudy but cotton puffs on a majestic blue sky. Then an old "young lady" walks past me. Svelte, sexy, and slightly sweaty. Power walking and attired for it. She stops and looks back at me smiling. "John" she says. "Yes?" I relied questioningly but smiling back. Will this be my lucky day?

"I can't believe you don't remember me!"

"Oh, I am so sorry. I wish I did. But I apologize I really don't. And you're so beautiful, I'm sure I should remember you." I blurted out nervously.

"Oh you're so sweet to say that. You always were sweet. You're probably seeing me as I was in my younger days."

"So, when was this? 50's, 60's, 70's ... ... Later?"


"Wow, I don't remember that. Where did we go?"

"Oh, I forget, those days were a whirlwind with my collecting -- Cody, Cos Cob, Cape Cod?"

"None of those ring a bell. I wasn't to Cape Cod until the late 70's. Those were my drinking heavily days. So did I treat you well?"

She took my arm. Strolling. Matching my doddering pace. Well doddering in comparison to her pwer walking. I looked over and she was truly old but beautiful. "Oh, yes, you were always the perfect gentlemen."

Looking back to the sea and thinking of all the my people who had passed. "That will make my Mom pleased. You know she passed many years ago."

"Oh, yes, I know, I collected and escourted her as well.

I was shocked and looked back at her to find the Angel of Death. In the black shroud with the oft-pictured scythe. Oh, I guess it's my time. "Good. i'm anxious to see the score of my life."

"That's an unusual reaction. One I've never had before!"

"OH, yes. It's like taking a exam in school thinking you really nailed it and wanting to see the actual results. I hope I pass this one."

With that the sun broke through the clouds and a beam shown down only on me. Blotting everything else.

I heard a sentorian voice: "I'm pleased with your answer. I have more work for you to do."

With that I awoke. Firmly convinced bever to forget to say my act of contrition before bedtime.

I couldn't go back to sleep. That old lady was so beautiful. Was I really that drunk to have a near miss and not know it?

That was terrorfying.


Saturday, July 20, 2013

REPORT: 2013-07JULY-20 Two bad ones, but one good one

Hit the sack at 2130 and woke up at 0800. 

THREE night terrors, two bathroom trips, change tshirt twice, woke up once for know reason thinking about work. 

Typical night. 

That's why I stopped writing about them.

But, had one dream that was too bad. Some how I wound up on stage with Taylor Swift, who was using me as a bench when she was playing a show. And I was staring at her ankles, legs, shoes, and tatoos. (As far as I know, she's not know to have any. But what do I know.)

After her set, she bent down and kissed me. It smelled like Cinnebon. (Is that sexual?)

No wonder my Mom and Dad were fruit cakes. 

That one didn't upset me at all. Except that it ended.