Just a dreamer :)

Dreams are strange things. And these days mine are getting stranger and stranger.   

 Sleep isn't something I have any bother with, I can fall over just about anywhere. This is really handy considering I work permanent nightshift. In fact I think I'd sleep all the time if I could. The only time I have any bother with sleep is the very first night off I have after nightshift. And that's usually because of how much I've slept the day before. Yesterday I finished a run of 3 nightshifts in a row. I got into my bed at 8:30am and was so tired I slept through my 1pm alarm, waking naturally at 4:30pm. This then made it really hard for me to sleep last night. I went to bed around midnight and tossed and turned for hours, the last time I saw on my phone was 2:45am. And it's 8:45 in the morning and I'm now awake to help my cousin move house. I'm tired just now so who knows what I'll be like later on, quite often the day after my last nightshift I feel like having a nap but that's the worst thing I can do as it throws my body clock out even more.

 Plus that's when the weird dreams seem to kick in. Last time I had a nap was Tuesday afternoon. I had slept well the night before but unfortunately I was back to work for my final run of three before my fortnight a holidays (hooray!). In my dream I was going to Manchester with a girl I vaguely know from school and her family. We were going for a game of ten-pin bowling and I had offered to drive me and her to the train. Unfortunately we missed the train so I suggested she buy me lunch and give me petrol money for the journey and I'd drive us - save us being late. 

 I hardly speak to this girl and I never spoke to her in school. I'm not the biggest fan of bowling, although I'm not bad at it. The only thing about my dream that rings vaguely true is the fact that I am always up for a road trip. 

 So where do dreams actually come from? The little girl inside of me still likes to believe that they come each night from the BFG. Although worryingly that would mean that the bad giants are somewhere out there each night too. That thought certainly isn't a dream, it's much more of a scary nightmare, and I've had plenty of those too. 

 I scare far too easily for someone of my age but that's a whole other story.