Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Antibiotic-fueled dreams

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.


  1. the blueberries must be the antioxidants you need to overcome your ills. Hope you are feeling better!

  2. Violet, you're turning violet, violet!