Sep 18, 2017
Back in Spring 2004 I hadn’t been sleeping well for months. Not to mention zero exercise, and heaps of junk food. Something had to give. Turns out my breakdown wouldn't happen in the waking world...
A few weeks after I adopted my cat, Quinn – the little Maine Coon goddess who would watch me each night from the foot of the bed with something akin to ‘annoyed concern’ — there was a fateful evening when I finally sank into slumber.
And I mean it like it sounds – sank. Like a boat with a hole in it. Like movie quicksand. Like dinosaurs in tar. I sank until I found myself trapped in the dark. And I was scared. Because I knew all about lucid dreaming…
...but how could a nightmare could be this real???