They say that a fear shared is a fear sheared.

Or is that sheep?
I forget.

Anyway, I’m pretty sure that there is a saying about something that has something to do with what I’m trying to say. If you know what I’m saying.

I used to have lucid dreams, where I would sort of wake, but still be asleep. And then I could control the things I did in dreams, because of that level of consciousness.
Sort of like those guys in that Matrix movie. Which was cool. Because I look good in a leather trench coat.

These days though, once I go to bed, I generally sleep like someone who sleeps with the fishes.

But after the period of disrupted sleep I’ve been going through recently (thanks in part to waking kids), I’ve found I now wake several times during the night. Even though the kids have now (praise Jeebus) gone back to sleeping through the night.

And I’ve found that each night I’m shocked bolt-upright awake by a new nightmare.

The first one was of a particularly nasty toss-and-turn nature.
Like the lucid dreams, I was closed-eyed conscious, but I was unable to control the nightmare, and the sleep paralysis prevented me from slapping myself awake.

It was horrible.

D-Missus wanted to know what it was about, but I really just wanted to forget about it.
She kept pestering until I told her.
To cut a long nightmare short, my youngest got abducted.
D-Missus wished she hadn’t asked.

Being a parent introduces you to a whole new burlap bag of fears.

It’s OK though; it was all just a bad dream.

But I’ve been having a lot of them lately.

They seem to be based on current affairs news stories, except with me re-cast in the role of the freaked-out victim.

Then there’s this guy wearing a glove with razor-sharp knives for fingernails, that keeps chasing me and going “Freddy’s coming for you…”

What the fuck’s that about?

Maybe I need to lay off the sugar.

(But how else are you supposed to have sweet dreams?)

Anyway.

I also had this ridiculous dream that Brazil didn’t win the World Cup … that they got knocked out early by the French, but it was just so ridiculous that I woke up laughing.

I also had a dream that little black boys and black girls were joining hands with little white boys and white girls, then walking together as sisters and brothers through the state of Alabama.

OK, I remember now.

I’m pretty sure That Saying has something to do with getting one’s fair share of sheep.

Words to live by, I think you’ll agree.