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Dream a little dream...
Jul. 2nd, 2008 09:07 amUgh, I hate having dreams where I'm back with my ex and it's all sweet and lovely. Stupid brain. Yes, I'm single. Deal with it.
Since the meds, my dreams have gotten vivid. Really vivid. Full surround-sound, IMAX-quality vision, jumping from one body to another as perspective changes... It's really weird. I've always been a vivid dreamer, but lately it's been ramped up to scary levels, with no real rhyme or reason. Monday night started with a murder and an autopsy and continued through to torture, wihte slavery and bizarre rescues by mysterious Japanese people.
Last night I was at an XP gathering and caught a mysterious fast-acting virus and they only had a vet who could look at me, and I was stressing about trying to call in sick to work this morning, even through part of my brain knew I was actually dreaming. And my ex was there, helping me with the email.
I think I liked it better when I had the Bloody Obvious (TM) dreams where it was easy to work out what was going on.
I'm actually awake this morning, and on time. I've switched to taking the meds in the morning (which has led to a bit of a mood crash in the last couple of days, thanks to neurochemical levels balancing themselves out) and whilst it means I'm a bit dopey in the evening, I'm managing to get up and on the subway when I need to. Although that might have been the 12 hours of sleep I got last night - I went for a nap around 7:30 p.m., got woken by the roomie at 10 to see if I wanted to go to band night, and wound up going to bed instead.
Since the meds, my dreams have gotten vivid. Really vivid. Full surround-sound, IMAX-quality vision, jumping from one body to another as perspective changes... It's really weird. I've always been a vivid dreamer, but lately it's been ramped up to scary levels, with no real rhyme or reason. Monday night started with a murder and an autopsy and continued through to torture, wihte slavery and bizarre rescues by mysterious Japanese people.
Last night I was at an XP gathering and caught a mysterious fast-acting virus and they only had a vet who could look at me, and I was stressing about trying to call in sick to work this morning, even through part of my brain knew I was actually dreaming. And my ex was there, helping me with the email.
I think I liked it better when I had the Bloody Obvious (TM) dreams where it was easy to work out what was going on.
I'm actually awake this morning, and on time. I've switched to taking the meds in the morning (which has led to a bit of a mood crash in the last couple of days, thanks to neurochemical levels balancing themselves out) and whilst it means I'm a bit dopey in the evening, I'm managing to get up and on the subway when I need to. Although that might have been the 12 hours of sleep I got last night - I went for a nap around 7:30 p.m., got woken by the roomie at 10 to see if I wanted to go to band night, and wound up going to bed instead.
