Dreamer’s block

This. Is. Ridiculous. For the past 10 years, every night, without fail, I have been blessed, mystified, and sometimes haunted by my series of dreams.  Seriously.  Every night.  It’s like waking up every Sunday and cutting on the TV to watch re-runs of 90210 or Saved by the Bell. You don’t have to look at the TV guide. You just KNOW that it’s going to be on. Just like my dreams. Every morning, I wake up about 30 minutes before my alarm, and I know I’m going to remember what happened.  Every night, except the last few nights.  I think the stress of this whole blog this is getting to me. It’s not the whole writing thing that’s stressful.  It’s the dreaming part. No dream = no writing. I think I’ve got dreamer’s block.  So this morning, I woke up and felt like a failure.  I mean, how is it possible to feel like that at 5am? I haven’t done anything yet. I hadn’t even got about of bed, and I already feel like a failure.  Day 106 of the blog has not been a good day. So tonight, before I go to bed, I’m going to do all of the things that “encourage” dreaming.  I even Googled ‘How to encourage dreams’.  So tonight, I’m going to try to eat large amounts of chocolate right before bedtime.  Hey – it’s a tough task, but I have to do it in the name of the blog.