Stories of my dreams
I love going to sleep, at night or any other time of the day. It leads to dreams. Continuing from the night before, reality, science fiction, nothing I know, people I know or have never seen in my life, but a great story all the same. Always in living color, bright and clear with a beginning, middle and end. I enjoy them no matter how frightening, funny, fictitious, painful, participatory or voyeuristic. Often, I wonder if I could be heard laughing or crying, could be seen with a smile on my face or have tears rolling from fear or fun. What would my dogs think?
I entertain my friend and family with the stories that come from my sleeping brain. The slightest detail is not missed.
“The eggs that came out of the chicken were the brightest teal with the north and south the pink of Pepto and a band of American flag blue at its circumference.” That paints a picture! The egg was no Easter egg, at least, to me, it wasn’t.
“My brother was there, too. At least I could see him in the corner of my eye, but then as I turned my head to see him, he was gone!” I couldn’t tell if he was really there to begin with or I was just imagining his presence.
Then, I have all the standard dreams that psychologists have analyzed for years. I think I have them all because I enjoy hearing about other’s dreams. Yes, people have been chasing me, I’m falling and I don’t reach the bottom (some psychologists say you die if you hit the bottom, but I know no one who has come back to confirm that story), walked around nude or partially naked and all the other dream and nightmare stories one can imagine.
I fall asleep easily. I go to physical therapy where I have myofascial release
Done for my back. During each of the stretches that are performed on me by my therapist, I fall asleep and usually dream, even if its for two or three minutes. My gynecologist and dentist say I’m the only patient they have to awaken while awaiting their arrival in the exam room. My dentist could have music blaring and people talking around me, but it makes no difference. Why not close my eyes if I have noting else to think about and I’m relaxed? Whoever gets relaxed before the dentist and gynecologist appointment? Me.
No, I rarely fall asleep right after dinner like a lot of people I know. My father, may he rest in peace, and my older sister are pros of the dinner, den, then sleep effect. If I cook the meal all day or if it’s that delicious Thanksgiving turkey, well, that’s another story. On my Facebook page, you’ll see a shot of my brother and I fast asleep while sitting on my Mother’s couch post-Thanksgiving feast taken by out baby sister. I love it! It embarrasses my brother.
In this volume, you’ll participate in my slumber’s entertainment, the “good,” the “bad,” and far fetched.