To Sleep, Perchance to (NOT!) Dream

Some kind of disease was affecting scores of people, and unless a cure was found, they would all die. Somehow I had contracted it.

Medical advances are amazing. Just as the future was looking bleak, a group of doctors devised a life-saving treatment involving the removal and replacement of the affected individuals' heads. The new heads looked remarkably like artists' clay and were molded similarly. Time was running out. Did I want to undergo the procedure? Or die? The decision felt paralyzing. And just as I was leaning toward having my head removed, word came that the results of the surgeries performed so far were not quite what the doctors had hoped. Many of the patients failed to recover anything approaching normal brain function. Now what?

I struggled awake and looked at the clock. 4 a.m. I felt hot. Was I sick? My stomach felt a little queasy. Eventually I got back to sleep and woke up this morning feeling fine--more or less--except for the effects of a less than restful night's sleep.

Why did I have such a weird dream? Coincidentally, Yahoo featured a story today about dreams. If you're interested, click HERE. The story listed six reasons people have bad dreams: (1) anxiety/stress; (2) eating spicy foods; (3) eating high fat foods; (4) alcohol intake; (5) drug/medication intake; and (6) illness.

Hummm. Anxiety/stress. Well, I DID go back to work yesterday after a relaxing time off, and I AM teaching my first quilting class next Sunday, but I'm not feeling particularly stressed. On the way home from work last night when I stopped at the quilt shop, I had a nice little visit with a couple of quilting friends, and then I had a relaxing evening quilting and thinking up a new project idea. So, no, I don't really FEEL stressed, but I suppose I may be--it could be expected, I suppose.

The rest of the stuff on the list? Nope! I can rule all those out easily.

Did I watch a scary movie or read a murder mystery before bed? I have to answer "yes" as to the murder mystery, but it's not one that can be confused with real crime drama--it's written to be amusing, and it is. Nothing graphic.

So, I don't know why I had the weird dream, but it's awfully vivid still. I hope I sleep better tonight. I took a couple Tylenol PMs to help ensure a better night's sleep. Of course, that was before I read the part of the article about drugs/medication causing bad dreams. But at least if I have another bad dream tonight, I'll know what to blame it on!

Time, now, to go take my bath before the Tylenol kicks in and I drown in the bathtub. If that should happen, I'd like to go on record here saying that if I'm found alive but gorked out and unable to make decisions for myself, I DO NOT want my head replaced with a clay one. Okay?

I hope all your dreams are pleasant ones! Thanks for visiting!