Can't sleep, clowns will eat me

The last week or so, I've been having trouble sleeping. It's been a combination of anxiety and the lack of Ray in the bed (he's been up at the PA Renaissance Faire almost every day for school days and such, and when he's not in PA, he's been working late hours to catch up with his regular job). Nothing alarming, but it's starting to affect me during the day, and if I don't watch myself, I could get sick, and getting sick in the middle of a busy singing month is definitely something I want to avoid.

When I have been sleeping, however, I've been dreaming the most amazing, vivid dreams. Some of them are your typical anxiety dreams (e.g., I have a solo at a concert and I'm naked and I don't know any of the words), but my favorites are the adventure dreams. Those of you who know me from high school may remember the mornings when I would come to school and relate my dream state adventures. Though I know most of the adventures contain your textbook Jungian symbolism and would make for a really good doctoral thesis for some psychology student if I bothered to write any of them down, I only enjoy them because I become the hero in my own little movie or novel.

I won't bore you with the details of the last few adventure dreams, but one that really struck me recently I dreamt on Monday night. In my dream, I was on a ship in the Pacific, and I was in the middle of a huge storm, like a tornado or something terribly unnatural. The next morning, I found out that North Korea had tested a nuclear weapon underground. Normally, I don't put any stock in prophetic dreams (having never actually dreamt a prophetic dream), but this was pretty chilling.

Of course, I could have just been freaked out by the fact that North Korea has developed a nuclear bomb. That's chilling enough right there.