I've started a new pill that actually helps me fall asleep and not have nightmares. I still get them, and they are worse in nature, but they're less frequent at least. They take awhile to wear off and unfortunately don't help me to feel rested, so I'm still exhausted and bitchy as long as I'm awake. Sucks, but at least my sleep is a little better. I thought nothing could help.
The dream I just had is very strange, kind of hard to follow if you don't live in my head. Wow, I would sure be a slumlord, wouldn't I?
The dream I just had is very strange, kind of hard to follow if you don't live in my head. Wow, I would sure be a slumlord, wouldn't I?
Anyway, I'm standing in a real swampy area, petting a mud-covered pig. My sister's standing right in the mud, covered head to foot, catching frogs and chasing out this really, really blue frog. Then the scene changes; it's just my mother, brother, and me. We're clean, we're walking outside at night in my current neighborhood. I get a phone call from someone who never calls me; a friend and neighbor from my old neighborhood, who has been kidnapped. Well, adult-napped, really, or should I just say stolen?
They hang up on me, and my family tries calling the number, but both of their phones are dead. We end up at the building where she's being held, and suddenly I'm Tom Ellis and everything we say appears in closed captions, so I know what'll be said before we say it. The kidnapper takes off her mask and I, as Tom, calls her Remy. But when I see her face, it is Remy freaking Hadley, not Remiel!
We negotiate the blue frog, and I wake up before I know how it turns out.
Apart from the company I keep changing randomly, it is the longest continuity I've had in a dream. Not the first time I've become a TV character, but it is the first time I've been Tom Ellis and had visible sentences.
Kinda makes me wonder what I'm putting into my body, but whatever. Whatever prevents me from dreaming that I'm a criminal, or I'm trying to elude criminals, or I'm getting devoured by a wild animal... I really don't care anymore if the pills are actually a health hazard, I just want dreams that are more weird and stupid, than utterly terrifying.
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