to sleep and then to dream

I dont know what is worse,,to not sleep or to sleep,,i know it doesnt make sense,,but there again when has that been a problem,,,i slept last night,,exhausted but oh boy was it bad,,i dreamt,,or was it a nightmare,,who knows but it was bad,,there i was looking down on me standing in front of colin in his wheelchair,,watching creepy stalker type,,and me,,the one in front of colin was turning round trying to catch him,,as ever time i looked forward he jumped out his chair and ran around mocking me,,and when i spun round he was sitting in his chair,,a bit like a ...little britain sketch.Oh how it upset me,,i woke up mad as hell and that awful feeling at the pit of my stomach,,,,so maybe easier not to sleep,,The run home from glasgow tonight was very very frightening,,from hart hill to home it was a white out,,seriously bad,,,i could hardly see in front of the car,,,but i made it and it was worth it,,colin was good and mike and bev as company made it a jolly visit,colin due in the pool tomorrow and time on the erigo has started again so all good.