Monday, September 22, 2014

Autumn Equinox and the Night from Hell

Hey, it's the Autumn Equinox! How about some cooler weather now, Texas, eh??

So I don't know if it was the Equinox, or the fact that I'm trying to experiment getting off of Benadryl at night (sick of being groggy the next day), or because I recently read one of the most disturbing True Crime books I've ever read, but last night was one of the worst nights in dreamland that I've had in a while.

I went to bed around 10 because I'm an old lady now. But the freaky stuff all began when the house alarm started doing its stupid beeping-in-the-middle-of-the-night thing. Occasionally it does this; it's random. And I have to get up and press a button and it stops.

Well, I thought my clock said 6 a.m. when I got up to stop the beeps. But when I went back into the room, it was somewhere close to 1:00 a.m. I'd been having nightmares when the alarm woke me up and I wasn't looking forward to going back to sleep. I tried, but all I could think about was the horrors in that true crime book, which I don't recommend you read because it really is disturbing. And I love true crime. But too much is too much.

Heart pounding, I started thinking that there's some evil vibe nearby, like it's humming or something. I could hear it. So I got out of bed and turned both my overhead fan and stand-up fan off.


Okay, so the humming was probably my blood-pressure. I checked some emails and finally went back to sleep.

Had some more creepy dreams, but this time, the kind where you think you've woken up again and are in the same room/house. But I wasn't, and some eerie things happened that I wouldn't like to recall, and then I woke up again for real. This time, it was somewhere in the neighborhood of 3 a.m. Still dark as hell outside, and I was still scared and annoyed. And I had the sniffles from not taking a Benadryl. (This year has been the *worst* for allergies for me.)

So I turned on some lights and got my phone and a book and started looking up psychological withdrawal symptoms of Benadryl. I didn't find a whole lot. And really, I don't even know if withdrawal even applies to me because I've only been taking one pill at night. Oh, and during all this, I also played some gospel music because I was still scared out of my mind.

Fighting sleep because I didn't want to have more nightmares, I stayed up for about an hour until I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. The next time I woke up, it was about 4 a.m. and I'd had more dreams, but these were more along the lines of a drama/suspense movie than horror. Better than the alternative.

Finally, the sun arrived, which brings us to this morning. So now I sit with my coffee, contemplating my psychological state, wondering if it's all just my vivid writer's imagination and if I should stay away from books and movies with disturbing themes because I'm ripe for being influenced by them...

What do you think?

Monday, September 1, 2014

September: The Beginning of my Year

I was talking to a long-time friend of mine and fellow teacher/scholar about how magical September always feels to both of us. She said that for us, it's really the start of our year. It's the time when we start fresh with our classes, the time we reconnect with friends, make new friends, etc. It's also a time that holds a lot of memories, especially romantic ones, that can trigger nostalgia.

September and the Autumn season bring relief from the horrible Texas heat, as well as relief from dreaded ragweed allergies. The leaves start to turn this month, giving the trees some new vibrant colors to wear.

It truly is a time of beginnings for me, a magical, exciting month that I always look forward to, the true start of my year.

Do you have a special month where you feel your year really starts, instead of the calendar start, January?