I've been sick for the past few weeks, and sleeping A LOT. I believe that there was a 48-hour period in which I was asleep for all but 4 hours of that time. One would think that cough syrup, Nyquil, and so on would have led to some fine and vivid dreams, but I didn't remember a thing after a solid 40 hours of sleeping (jeez, that's like a work week of sleeping!)
Until I start my antibiotics last night...
It started off with being back in college (the horror!). For whatever reason, I didn't have my own room, or couldn't make it back there, so I was sleeping in the bed of my former college roommate Claire in her tiny shoebox single from freshman year. She came home with a french horn case and a bunch of bandmates, disturbing any chance I had of sleeping. Now Claire was a jock and the furthest thing from a band geek, but in my dream, there she was in band.
Next up was the vomit monster. I can't remember much of this except that I was at my parents' beach house with my cousin Howard. He wanted to watch some scary movie - he kept saying it wasn't a horror movie, but I didn't want to even watch a thriller that was going to spook me out. Not sure exactly when the monster appeared, but it was in the bathroom, and I wasn't scared of it. All it did was vomit continuously, and rather than be upset at the mess it was making, I just felt sorry for it and was trying to comfort it and make it feel better.
Clearly these 2 dreams came from real-life day residue. Yesterday, I had to do a video shoot with some students talking about the new Butler College. Shortly before the shoot started, I had an awful coughing fit - one that sent me into the bathroom because I was coughing so hard I threw up.
Finally in the morning, as I dozed in and out of my snooze alarm, I dreamed I was living in downtown Manhattan, or maybe Brooklyn - a new place, I was still a little confused by my subway routes, and I went to the store to pick up some groceries. I was drawn to the bread case where every bread item was loaded with blueberries -- blueberry bread, blueberry muffins, blueberry bagels. And not just loaded, but literally dripping with blueberries. I grabbed a bunch of things, and had put them in a brown paper bag, only to notice that the bag had completely soaked through with blueberry juice, to the point of almost breaking.