I have nightmares. as in I wake up crying or yelling, I spaz in my sleep, I’m terrified to go back to sleep, etc. and this happens regularly. I take Klonopin for it, but it only helps so much.
last night, however, wasn’t so much a nightmare as a mere bad dream.
IRL, Zero have been at his grandparents’ place since I got my DUI almost two weeks ago. I miss him.
in my dream, I got him back. but he wouldn’t talk to me (because in that dream, cats could speak English). he wouldn’t let me hold or pet him; wouldn’t let me touch him at all. he would only eat food that Brian put down, none that I did. he was angry with me for both being a drunkard and bad cat-mommy, and for sending him off to the grandparents for so long.
I woke up nigh in tears. I’m terrified this will become reality.