Today I can only breathe through one nostril at a time. And it alternates. Randomly. I don't know why, but it's hard to get used to. Though I suppose it's just the cold running its course - which I'm now convinced it is - a cold in cahoots with my allergies to makes this week the worst lead-up to the most important approval meeting of my working life. I'm not super worried, cuz I'm not a worrier. But I am having some crazy dreams.
Two nights ago I dreamt that my pastor was yelling at me for not going on this trip I was supposed to go on this wknd. I never wanted to go. Ever. And was trying to figure out a way NOT to go. And that's the best part of being sick right now. Not having to go and having a legit excuse.
I also seemed to work in a weird dream about an assasination plot to kill Hamid Karzai. I'm sure that'll get my blog flagged as all kinds of noteworthy, but apparently it was so realistic I was surprised to hear folks talk about him in the present tense on NPR this morning. I think I was a spy or something and we were in Afghanistan, and I remember some kind of team meeting but that's about it. There was a good reason for it, but I have no idea what it was.
People at work tell me it's because I was taking Zyrtec. Even if it was children's chewable Zyrtec. And apparently Mucinex is even worse. Which is weird - because I already have vivid/strange dreams. I wouldn't attribute either of these to the Zyrtec cuz they're not off the strange radar for me.
One time when I was a teenager, I dreamt that I was actually going out with a boy I had a crush on. So much so that when I woke up, I picked up the phone to call him...Only then realizing that he would be wondering why I was calling him in the morning since we didn't really talk. At all, really. Now that I think of it - I think it was kinda weird that I even knew his phone number.
All that is just to prove that I'm able to deliver wild dreams sans drug interferences. FUN!
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