bed possessed

i've decided that my bed is possessed. i've had a lot of nightmares recently, which i thought was just a side effect of my mental state (i AM crazy, you know). the nightmares didn't really bother me to much all in all...

one was about my hiding in the woods, sitting in mud and leaves trying to avoid someone. i just couldn't get away. everyone was out looking for me and some would see me and i would put my finger to my lips in a shhh! motion and pray that they wouldn't say that they found me. you know it is serious when i am sitting in mud. i'm not a big fan of dirt in general. :) i think in the end, that my dad saw me hiding, and because he doesn't understand deceit, innocently yelled that he found me.

that one is somewhat related to reality. minus the whole woods, mud and leaves scenario. avoidance is key in some situations. especially when confrontation has failed.

the other memorable nightmare of late hit far too close to home for me to repeat. just know it wasn't a good one (what nightmare is?).

but, as i was saying... i've come to accept the nightmares as a frequent occurrence in my life and have just decided that it's simply the way it's going to be. however, after having ljb over this weekend, sharing my bed with me, i came to realize that the bed made her have nightmares too. i'm now convinced that it is possessed. i wonder how one could perform an exorcism on a bed? it better not throw up on me (exorcist reference, people). ;)

more on ljb's visit later...