What is it about 3:33 AM? I can’t tell you how often I wake, glance at the clock, and it’s 3:33. Bizarre. I was dreaming about being carried through the woods by a herd of rabbits. I have the most strange and usually wonderful dreams.

Then there are the angry dreams. I have talked to my therapist about it: I generally don’t get angry in waking life, but I often have dreams of anger. I was having them fairly regularly, so real that I would shout and curse out loud, and a couple of weeks ago, I even struck out, punching the head of my bed a couple of times. Poor Nathan. I don’t understand it; I’m not an angry person generally, but my therapist said that I do have a lot of anger and that because I suppress it in waking life it comes out in dreams. He said I should explore my anger and that if I do, the dreams would back off. It’s already working: I’d far rather dream about rabbits. But I still need to explore and accept my anger, I think. Leftover feelings from childhood, things I’ve pushed away. Maybe I need to write some anger poems! Poetry helps me tap into my emotions.

I used to keep a dream log. I need to start doing that again. Ok. It’s 4:19… I wonder if I can get back to sleep. I’ll try.