Being scared by nightmares

What am I doing, sitting at my computer at 6am on a Sunday morning? Easy. Shaking like a leaf, because I've just had another nightmare. Yes, it's the second one in less than 12 hours, and it's had exactly the same effect on me as normal - left me scared and unable to sleep in case I have another one.

It's even gotten to the stage where I've actually admitted to my beloved just how bad things are. He sent me a message at about 00:45 this morning, saying that he was sorry it was so late, but he just wanted me to know that he loved me. I was freaked out enough to reply that I really needed a cuddle (without elaborating on the reason why).

I didn't need to. My beloved called me, and that was it - I lost it. I was talking to him with tears running down my cheeks, and he must have realised I was seriously rattled, because he asked me what was wrong and said that I sounded wrecked. I was, and I told him that I'd been woken by another nightmare.

You see, for the past two months I've been having nightmares, but all I can remember is feeling terrified before I wake up, and nothing more. If there was something that I could say was causing it, I would be an awful lot happier (OK - happier in the knowledge that there might be some way to change my routine before I go to sleep), but I can't think of anything that bothers me that much.

Sure, work does get to me at times - I wouldn't be human (or the sort of person that I am) if it didn't. But I don't think this is work induced, so here I am at 06:03 trying to work out what the hell is wrong.

I'm going to call this quits now, and I'm going to head back to bed and see if I can get some sleep - you never know, typing this entry might have been the thing that helps me break this cycle...


Back later.

Karen

I've been watching, I've been waiting
In the shadows for my time