I blame The Waltons
Sep. 1st, 2011 09:29 amRight. So I generally really liked watching The Waltons, when younger. Good stories, interesting characters, in a setting not a million miles away from how it was when my Dad was growing up. Good stuff.
BUT.
Then there was that poltergeist episode.
Anyone remember that? Elizabeth doesn't want to grow up, and the house becomes haunted ...
Well that episode scared the FUCK out of me. Similar to, but a thousand times worse than that Jesus book at the dentists had me completely freaked out that Jesus was going to show up at the foot of my bed in the middle of the night. My child brain ... what even was that?
But I'm still blaming that Walton's episode for night's like last night where I wake up from a nightmare wherein I am possessed by evil ghosty demons ... UGH. There wasn'st much sleeping after that. Brought the kitten to bed with me. Tried to remember how to breathe normally. Cranked up the few happy Sherlock podfics I have. Re-freaked myself out a couple times as I must have fallen asleep and dreamed I was hearing voices in the house. *Shiver* NOT FUN.
Although those Sherlock podfics must have working some small magic, as I did fall asleep eventually, and had a rather nice dream where I was backstage somewhere -- I think I was doing something with costumes -- and chatting with Mark Gatiss and Martin Freeman who were lovely, and then we went to find Benedict and found him slumped over asleep in the theater bar. It was a lovely image, actually, as he was in a pool of light, in an otherwise dark bar, head on his arms sleeping and sort of glowing in a white shirt with all those dark curls for contrast.
It was a nice image to wake up to when the alarm went off at any rate.
Suspect will be gasping for large quantities of caffeine by this afternoon, but I am reasonably coherent at the moment!!!
Why is sleeping such a hard thing to do???????