Sleep Tight
In my dream, shiny metallic missiles glide inexorably toward their targets, flying so low to the ground and in such slow motion that I feel like I should be able to stop them, maybe even reach out and knock them to the ground... But my feet have become leaden, and I seem to be moving even more slowly than the missiles, I can't quite catch up to them before they drift past me. They disappear over the horizon, and I wake up. (I don't actually see any cities explode. At least I've been spared that horror.) It would be more dramatic to say that I wake up screaming, but that hasn't happened. But I do have one hell of hard time getting back to sleep,
For a few months, I had that same dream pretty much every night. After a while the nightmares tapered off, and now I can actually go for weeks at a time without reliving my frustrating and futile attempts to bat the missiles out of the air. But even on the nights that are blessedly free of dreams, I invariably wake up in the morning feeling restless and anxious.
Hey, nobody said that saving the world would be all roses.
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