I just woke from a nightmare that lasted all night. Literally all night: I woke at 4am in a cold sweat, went back to sleep and the whole thing began again. I was trapped in a huge house trying to stop a wedding from happening and trying to escape. There were guns and dogs and someone a bit like Heathcliff trying to stop me. And the whole thing was replete with “Oh my God, I’m still in the dream” moments. I am genuinely shaken.
I’ve never had an anxiety dream before. At the moment I’m re-reading The Monk, The Castle of Otranto and The Mysteries of Udolpho. I think they’re getting inside my brain. At least, I hope that’s all it is. I can’t handle another night like that.
Just had to get that out there.