So, I’ve gotten a million things done today and yesterday. I’ve had these two days off, and I decided to try and make the most of them by actually accomplishing things that needed to be done, instead of spending the whole time procrastinating, which is my natural state of being.
Yesterday I knocked out a lot of shopping for Congo (bug spray for my clothes, those bags that squish your stuff so you can pack more in your suitcase, boxes of Clif Bars, and so on) and for non-Congo (that would be grocery shopping). I was Jonesing for some burgers, so I made some cheeseburgers and homemade fries, and they were delish. (And the whole meal–including peas, oh boy!–cost less than going out for burgers, even though I used hormone-free meat etc.)
Today, I cleaned the entire house except the office, dealt with some weeds and stray branches in the yard, and finished Heart of Darkness. I’m trying to decide if there is any good reason against taking a nap this afternoon. Not sure there is one. However, there are a few more items on the to-do list that would be good to knock out before I catch some zzzz’s. I’ve got to go over the taxes again and get those ready to go out, and there are a few other paperwork items I’d like to get done before the weekend.
Oh, yeah, the subject of this post. I’ve been having very odd dreams lately. This Sunday I will take my first anti-malaria pill, and one of the side effects is having very vivid dreams. So apparently I’m just getting a jumpstart on that. The other night I dreamed that I had a baby. He was several days old, but I still hadn’t named him, and I kept forgetting to feed him. In fact, I kept forgetting he existed. Jesse was the only one who remembered to feed him, but he was feeding him things like leftover bean burritos. I told him I didn’t think our baby was old enough for that kind of food, but I wasn’t quite sure, since it seemed to have gone well so far.
Then last night, dream-Jesse and my dream-self went to a Florida elementary school where we had supposedly met, at the monkey bars. It was night, and we drove right up onto the field behind the school. Then, we encountered a squirrel who was misbehaving in some way. Jesse fussed at the squirrel, which then turned into a wombat, and then the creature began to attack me. It was quite a surly little beast, and I don’t know if you’ve ever been attacked by a wombat, but let me tell you it’s terrifying.
Update: Here’s a picture of a wombat, for those of you who didn’t click the link. Oh, sure, he looks cute enough. Until he’s hurling himself toward your face.
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Yay about getting things done! Then you can relax in peace. Take a nap—you deserve it.
As far as unusually vivid dreams go, I’ve been having them all week as well. Maybe it’s something in the atmosphere. According to my calendar, it’s a new moon this week, so we can’t blame the dreams on a full moon.
When Pete and I were quitting smoking, we took Chantix, which also makes you have very vivid dreams. I could only stay on the medication for a week because it almost drove me insane (besides the dreams, it can really alter your personality and even lead to suicide). For the most part, the dreams weren’t scary (although I did have one about dead babies), but they were so vivid that you would wake up tired, as if you had been up doing stuff all night. One night, Pete dreamed that he drove Hillary Clinton around in a golf cart
Wild, maybe there is extra dream-pollen floating around or something…wonder if anyone else has noticed particularly strange dreams lately?
I love that Pete drove Hillary Clinton around in a golf cart in his crazy dream. Much better than dead babies or attacking marsupials. I hope I get the famous-people dreams while on the mefloquine. Apparently it too can cause craziness and suicide. I think that is a fantastic thing to be taking while going to the Congo to hear stories of war and rape every day! Wait… (Well, at least I’ll be on it before I go, so I should be able to tell if there will be any crazy side effects and switch to a different med if it’s too much.)
I don’t have any empirical data to back this up, but I think that the occurrence of particularly vivid or memorable dreams somehow coincides with menstrual/hormonal cycles. (Since men also have hormonal cycles, it could apply to them, too.) I sort have have noticed that I’ll go through a period of remembering very vivid dreams and then I’ll also have periods where I don’t remember my dreams at all. I’m not sure if the pattern is as distinct as that, but it is a possibility.
Anyway, that is a crazy dream with the burrito eating baby and all. I’m just going to take your word for it that attacking wombats are terrifying, but that picture is like the cutest thing I’ve ever seen!
You know, I think you are right about the hormones–I think that’s what did it. Also, a friend of mine said she had really crazy dreams while pregnant (though not the issue here!).
The wombat is quite a cutie. I think if I could have a wild animal as a pet (and with no harm or disservice to the animal and no risk of getting mauled to death–so therefore in a dream world), a wombat would be near the top of the list.
Hmm…maybe Zea’s onto something. My period was last week, and I dreamt that I’d sent an email to a project manager in Ireland, in which I’d used the word “precedent,” and gotten back an insulting response explaining the Irish government (which had nothing to do with my own email about a work assignment) and rudely telling me why my choice of the word “president” was incorrect! And I almost never even remember having dreams.
I love that there is spelling in your dreams! I have had dreams about the spelling of words as well, but none so amusing as your Irish government dream. It’s like the English major in us never sleeps…