I can't say I've ever been happy to be woken by a charley horse before. This morning, though, about half an hour before the alarm was supposed to go off, I was dreaming about a two-story house (not one I've ever seen before). I was alone in an upstairs room, bedroom I think, getting ready to go somewhere. I left the room, turned left and headed down the hall to the stairs - and from an unoccupied room behind and to the right of me, I suddenly heard two voices, demonic and angry and growing loud. And then before it could develop into a real nightmare (or an interesting story frame to write around), my left calf cramped up so hard I had to walk it off for several minutes. Strange to have had a nightmare, or a precursor to one. I wasn't reading or watching anything remotely scary last night. (I saw V but it wasn't scary.) I'm not prone to nightmares, either, so I don't know where that came from. Glad to be wakened from it, though - but I'd bet that's the one and only time I'll be glad to have a charley horse. Don't get them frequently but I sure hate it when I do! (My calf is still a little sore.)
And it's after 8:00, so I need to get going.
And it's after 8:00, so I need to get going.
Tags: