20/02/10

It was a very weird dream. I am so sorry I did not write everything down as soon as I woke up. In summary : Was in a restaurant with some friends waiting for food that never arrived. We waited and waited, and anytime we made up our minds to leave, the (yep, now I remember, it was a thai restaurant run by three ladies. An old woman and two young girls), the old lady would tell us that the food was on its way that very minute, so we'd sit down again.

I can not tell you how many times this happened...it felt like we were waiting there night after night. Finally, we had enough and decided that no matter what she said, we'd walk out the door. We walked out and just as were were entering the car, the old lady and her two waitresses ran out with bowls of food telling us to stop....I can still see them, the three of them running with the food towards us....somebody wanted us to get out the car, but I was adamant that we should just go.

As the car started, they began to curse us and taunt us with the food...(in their language) saying how good the food was, we should take a sniff, etc...It was all so primitive and uncomfortable. I forced myself to wake up.

Gosh!

16/2/2010

Dreamt of my father again. Did not write it as I woke up so now I cant remember what it was all about...

Woke up feeling tired...

03/02/2010

Very strange dream. But had to do a lot with me trying to play three different types of music at the same time, and trying to use my father's old turn table...then all of a sudden I was walking home, in Nigeria, I knew it was home, although the house did not look like the one I grew up in. I could see my mum in the kitchen cooking, and then I saw my dad too. He had no shirt on, and was wearing shorts and he was cooking beside my mum. My mum said "Daddy is back". I forced myself to wake up.

My father died some years ago and to say the truth, that is when my problems with sleep and insomnia started. For months, right after his death, I would dream of him almost every night. I started dreading going to sleep because it meant being confronted with that fact. I was in denial for many months after he died...

I am an expert in forcing myself to wake up when I want. It does not matter how intense my dreams are, if I really want to, I force myself out of it.

In real life, my father would never go shirtless at home, he was a very neat person and always liked looking smart. He used to cook for us during weekends so I am not surprised by his being in the kitchen...

Anyway, I don't like thinking about my father because it still makes me sad and upset.

2/02/2010

Slept through out the night the day before yesterday. By "through out", I mean from 3 o'clock, which is really pretty good. Yesterday I slept by 1 and woke up by 6. I was so proud of myself. I did not dream about anything. Woke up hungry.