The dreams…
My newest medication is a wonder drug. Really. It has made me so absolutely sane and rational that words can’t begin to describe the amount of sane-ness and rationality that exists in my life right now.
But there is a down side to every up, and as with everything, this new wonder drug has a down side.
My new wonder drug has created within my mind a monster that will not go away. I have become a dreamer. I have vivid dreams on an almost daily basis. They are so vivid that the afternoon after I have the dream, it is still on my mind, replaying like a video that won’t turn off.
The dreams that I have now are incredibly vivid, as though they are real life. I occasionally wake up feeling disoriented, and not knowing what is real and what I have drempt. Sometimes my dreams are exhausting, and I wake up drenched in sweat and completely ready to head back to bed because dreaming the things that I dreamed took so much out of me that I need a nap.
I love sleep, and I love everything that is associated with sleep. I even love dreaming now and then. I just wish I didn’t have to dream until sleep itself is exhausting.

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