breaking the ice

I usually do not have nightmares. I only remember 1 nightmare from childhood where I dreamt that there was a crocodile in granny’s soup pot. Scary, I can tell you. But tonight I had a nightmare. I woke up and knew it was a dream only, but I could not stop thinking about it and I was really frightened. I was so frightened that I did not dare to turn around my head. I was thinking of who I could call in the middle of the night, and actually decided not to call anyone. Though I was close to call Clemens, who lives in New York and for him it would have been a more decent time to be called then for anyone here in Europe. I would have called my flat mate to crawl into my bed and take care of me, but he was not at home. Bad luck. Finally I managed to turn my head around, reach out for my laptop and started doing personality quiz stuff on the Internet. Now I know that my mental age is around 90! That sucks. I know that my holiday theme song is “we are family” and such things. I am not sure what was scarier, my nightmare or the actual results of the psycho tests, who basically say that I am as conventional and boring as it gets.