One of the side effects of the medicine I am–thankfully–back on is crazy insane dreams. Seriously.
For instance, here’s my Sunday night dream:
I dreamed I had a daughter. I wanted to name her Charlotte Jane, and call her Carly for short, and she told me she didn’t like the name Charlotte. So we agreed that her first name would be Jane and we’d call her Janie, and she said she wanted her middle name to be Tulip. Jane Tulip. Funny, right? But it seemed perfectly logical in my dream that my newborn daughter would be talking, although she went from being newborn to being a very advanced 1-year-old in no time. And I was two people in the dream, Mom and myself. Mom-me gave Janie some darts, and then the dogs went missing. So we were all looking for the dogs, and Janie was looking guilty. Faith-me finally got it out of her that she’d used the dogs for target practice, and they’d run away because they didn’t want to be stuck with darts. She didn’t mean it meanly, she just didn’t realize how much it would hurt. And then Faith-me had a whole bunch of homework to do, but instead of doing my homework I went off to some canyons in a Moab-looking place that just happened to be a few miles from home. And for her first birthday Faith-me gave Janie a fancy Barbie doll and a Spike doll, and she had them doing very inappropriate things. You wouldn’t believe the fancy invitations Mom-me was hand-making for her first birthday party. Mom-me was having trouble finishing them because I was simultaneously trying to find the dogs, and then Joe got exasperated and took all the balloons outside and cut the ribbons so they’d fly away, because for some reason Mom-me was attaching helium balloons to each party invitation.
I mean, where the heck did that come from????
Then last night’s dream was just as insane. I was in a training class that happened to be held at the University of Texas in Arlington, which was located in downtown Salt Lake City. During break I walked down to the School of Social Work, and the tornado sirens went off while I was there, so I was stuck in the basement until they let us go. When I left the SSW, it was still raining, and I was trotting back to the building my training was in. Somehow I managed to walk 6 blocks out of my way, and stopped for pizza in the building next door on my way back. Might I mention that I was wearing a steampunk style outfit with incredibly high heels–the kind of heels that I could never wear in real life thanks to my knee–that were totally comfortable. The shoes were so high that I kept admiring them while I was walking, simultaneously marvelling at how comfortable they were. Anyway, I finally got back to the building my training was held in, but it had flooded and people were perched on top of desks that were floating in the 3 or 4 feet of water that had magically fallen within half an hour or so.
The downside to all the crazy dreaming is that I wake up totally exhausted. This morning I nearly had 2 accidents because I was so sleepy I had trouble keeping my eyes open. And I can’t take the medicine any earlier than I already do–I take it at 6:30 and it takes a few hours for me to fall asleep.
I wonder what crazy adventures I’ll have tonight.