Restless nights

It started last Sunday night, my restlessness. I went to bed only to find myself awake at 4am. A loud sound woke me up and I tossed and turned until the alarm clock screamed out loud. As I slowly made my way out of bed I knew Monday was going to be tough. Sleep deprivation, mixed with the start of a mundane work week always leaves me in a strange mood. Tuesday night I found myself wondering alone in downtown Brooklyn tying to catch a cab. After a quick ride home and a late night meal I finally went to bed. After a strange dream I found myself awake again at 4am. I fought the urge to stay awake and managed to get an hour or two of sleep before the dreaded piercing sound of the alarm gave me a jolt. This patterned continued through out the week. Going to bed late, waking up early or in the middle of the night, bizarre dreams. I felt out of step all week as if I was watching myself from a distance. Nothing drastic had changed in my life yet I felt restless and wondered what the symbolic dreams meant. After finally getting some satisfying, uninterrupted sleep I feel like myself again. Out of curiosity I checked the lunar calender, there was a full moon last Sunday.