gold is messing with my happy sleep life. i take melatonin to help me sleep. when it was first recommended, it was like a miracle. i began sleeping thru the day (i work overnights and live on a weird schedule) without waking for the first time. i also lost this groggy accumulation of pure exhaustion that had been building on me, maybe for years. things got clearer and many aspects of my life improved.
then i started the gold and it had that keen sharpening, enhancing effect to my perceptions. only now, it seems to counteract the melatonin. i don’t sleep as well. i can’t calm down easily to get to sleep and can’t stay asleep like i could. plus, sheesh, the long boring dreams are like being forced into the most boring social situation imaginable for eight hours, then waking to find its time to go work. thankfully the gold also makes me incredibly perky once i do wake up.
wakulla, i nearly lost my recall but when i came to post i remembered you’d been the star of one of my dreams. i was at a computer, logging into something kind of like a forum, thenames of those present posted along the top of the screen. i saw your identifier, a four letter acronym for you, and rushed to message you before you could see me and message me. in my determination to win, i of course screwed up and locked up the page somehow.
had another weird food garden dream. my childhood home, the entire back yard in garden. up near the house growing on bushy vines were jalapeno-type looking peppers, each striped in a crazy second color. my mom explained to me that ones with stripes that angled to one side were poison, to the other were safe. each pepper grew with a twin on the same shared stem. we flooded the whole yard as a way to water the plants and as i ran the hose i held tightly to my belly my special seeds, ones i refused to share with anyone, trying to keep them dry and safe. the funny part in this one: i expressed an extreme attraction to Quincy (as in the tv medical examiner from the 70′s) which no one could understand or accept, which only encouraged me to moon over him in an exaggerated fashion.
i also dreamed i was stuck in a livingroom with two crazy older sisters, their family members, tennjed, and visitors that came and went. and a cat who kept exploiting the fact that the sisters hated one another by lavishing affection on one, then the other. eventually humphrey bogart wandered in with a black french travel companion and i generously offered to share with him knowlegde of my hidden stashes of booze. he laughed and said he was grateful for the gesture but that his partner and he had been in 8 fights (due to drink), 4 of those they weren’t even sure where they found the alcohol that caused it. it was very funny they way he said it. and i tried to picture lauren bacall in a crazed drunken frenzy, hair askew and makeup all bette davis scary. later in the same dream, bored out of my head, i was picking at the eyebrows of a small, very colorful metal statue when my partner announced suddenly to the room that we’d decided to adopt. everyone was congratulatory in the way they would be if we’d taken a long time to carefully decide. i said yes, we had, and we were going to start with this- and i indicated the eyebrow on the statue. meaning, like, we were going to adopt by the piece, sort of acquire our child bit by bit on a weirdo installment plan. this cracked me up completely but no one else thought it funny.