Dream a little dream of me

Despite it not being the night before results until today, I had a terrible night's sleep yesterday. I accidentally fell asleep on the sofa from 10-12, so I went to bed after that and couldn't get back to sleep - typical. After about an hour I must have dozed off, only to be woken up by the hoover right outside my bedroom door at 3am... I was so confused and scared that I didn't get out of bed to see what was happening! My brother's excuse this morning was that there was a massive spider in his room. That sounds like something I would do, just not in the middle of the night! Once I got back to sleep, I had some freaky dreams. First, everyone was getting their results (you all did great by the way!) and I was so happy for everyone. Then Laura, Hannah and I were at my house, and I suddenly gasped, having realised that I never collected my own results! So then the three of us were standing on a dual carraigeway, as you do, and this bright yellow car drove right into us. It was kind of dream-like though, not a real crash. We were so outraged and I managed to crush the bonnet of this woman's car out of frustration! I woke up feeling very sad - I didn't have my results. Why hadn't my mum called to say why she wasn't home yet? (She's actually not due back until tomorrow) And why hadn't I rung my Dad like I promised?! Wow. I think I'm crazy. The only upside to horrible dreams is the realisation that they didn't happen when you wake up. Still, I'd rather not go through the trauma in the first place! Apparently the anticipation of getting my results is getting to me more than I thought!