to sleep, to dream...

Didn't sleep well last night.
Not a big deal I just read for a while, then a while longer. About 3.30am turned the light off to meditate myself to sleep. The whole lack-of-job situation is really getting to me now, been here almost 6 months and don't feel any closer to employment and I'm sure that it was those thoughts keeping me awake.
Still wide awake so I went downstairs to get my Buddha's Book of Daily Meditations to read. Normally when I read in bed, when I'm done for the night I put the book under my pillow. For most of the books I've been reading recently that's ok (Beauty Tips from Moosejaw by Will Ferguson-very good, Dr Mukti by Will Self-always a fan of Mr Self, The Timewaster Letters by Robin Cooper-laughed till I cried) but the Daily Meditations book is a hard-back and chunky, not quite a Harry Potter size, but big, so that didn't help with the sleeping.
Then when I did finally get to sleep the weirdscary dreams kicked in which I'm not going to go into for fear someone will analysis them, especially the one where I had scales growing on my head! It's bound to be something like -'signifies your fear of losing your position or status in life. foretells of unexpected changes and unpleasant adventures.'
yeah tell me something I don't know.