While I worked at the shelter, I rarely dreamed about it. Every now and again I would ahve this recuring nightmare about the drunk tank, but although it was always the same, it didn't happen too often. Last night I dreamed about the horrible things. I dreamed that I was the one sleeping in a bus shelter, I dreamed that I was the one sleeping in a shelter, I dreamed that I was the one picking bed bugs off the beds at the other shelter. It was awful. It was like now that it was over, now that I wasn't really working there anymore I was finally free to dream about it. Label me NOT impressed!
I'm hoping tonight goes better. I had a semi active yet VERY stressfree day, so I'm hoping sleeping goes well. I'm not even going to write about anything sad or frustrating or anything in the hopes of having a good sleep. I'm going to read fluff before I go to bed. Hopefully, this was just a one time occurance!