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For awhile after ARR's birth, I stopped remembering my dreams. I'm not sure I was even dreaming any more--I wasn't really sleeping enough to get a good REM sleep cycle going. At the time, I didn't really notice--I was literally hallucinating from time to time, so what's a little lack of dreams?
As we transitioned over from "oh god I'm literally going insane from sleep deprivation" land to "it's ok, I can operate motor vehicles, I'm just always so tired that it's an effort to stand up" land, it took me awhile to realize that I still couldn't remember my dreams. Which was odd for me--you'll remember how detailed and plot driven my dreams used to be.
More recently, I've slowly started getting the ability to remember dreams back. They've been fragmented, though--streams of unconnected images. It's only been very recently that I've actually started dreaming semi-coherent dreams and remembering them again.
Which is a long way to say I've had some interesting dreams lately.
Two nights ago, I dreamt my office had a combination cocktail invention and karaoke contest. You had to invent a cocktail, and then sing a song, and you'd be judged on each. I came up with one I called the Angel's Kiss, which was a mix of red wine, angostura bitters, ginger beer, and fresh lemon juice. But someone took all my ingredients and dumped them into a blender (including the whole lemon) and gave them a good whir, and the result was vile. (Never mind I'm pretty sure the result would have been vile if they'd made the drink as intended...) So I ran out to get more ingredients. I'd signed up for the 4:30 slot. While on my way, I stopped to try to renew my metro card, but the machine wasn't working so I kept going, went to CVS (because they stock bitters?), briefly considered making a pina colada instead, stayed on target, and was on my way back. I checked my phone, and the office manager had sent out an email asking if there were any more entries. I didn't want to slow down to type, and I'd signed up for a slot already. When I got there, though, the room was empty. It turns out the IT guy had lost the sign up sheet, and when no one responded, they assumed no one was left and so everyone went home. I was really disappointed.
Last night, I dreamt I was a lady scientist in the 1700s who was also an opera singer. I was really good at both, but no one took me seriously as a scientist because I was a lady, and no one took me seriously as a lady because I was really, really bad at dressing myself. I finally ended up bemoaning my fate to one of the court beauties, who was sufficiently surprised that she was going to take me under her wing and help me. I was doubtful--people had tried to help me before, but they always tried to chose things they thought I would choose, not what was fashionable, so I continued to be dressed frumpily. I was trying to convince her I really did want to dress fashionably, I just didn't know how. And I was grumpy because I was supposed to sing the prima dona part in an aria at a recital and got bumped to mezzo because I was getting older.
As we transitioned over from "oh god I'm literally going insane from sleep deprivation" land to "it's ok, I can operate motor vehicles, I'm just always so tired that it's an effort to stand up" land, it took me awhile to realize that I still couldn't remember my dreams. Which was odd for me--you'll remember how detailed and plot driven my dreams used to be.
More recently, I've slowly started getting the ability to remember dreams back. They've been fragmented, though--streams of unconnected images. It's only been very recently that I've actually started dreaming semi-coherent dreams and remembering them again.
Which is a long way to say I've had some interesting dreams lately.
Two nights ago, I dreamt my office had a combination cocktail invention and karaoke contest. You had to invent a cocktail, and then sing a song, and you'd be judged on each. I came up with one I called the Angel's Kiss, which was a mix of red wine, angostura bitters, ginger beer, and fresh lemon juice. But someone took all my ingredients and dumped them into a blender (including the whole lemon) and gave them a good whir, and the result was vile. (Never mind I'm pretty sure the result would have been vile if they'd made the drink as intended...) So I ran out to get more ingredients. I'd signed up for the 4:30 slot. While on my way, I stopped to try to renew my metro card, but the machine wasn't working so I kept going, went to CVS (because they stock bitters?), briefly considered making a pina colada instead, stayed on target, and was on my way back. I checked my phone, and the office manager had sent out an email asking if there were any more entries. I didn't want to slow down to type, and I'd signed up for a slot already. When I got there, though, the room was empty. It turns out the IT guy had lost the sign up sheet, and when no one responded, they assumed no one was left and so everyone went home. I was really disappointed.
Last night, I dreamt I was a lady scientist in the 1700s who was also an opera singer. I was really good at both, but no one took me seriously as a scientist because I was a lady, and no one took me seriously as a lady because I was really, really bad at dressing myself. I finally ended up bemoaning my fate to one of the court beauties, who was sufficiently surprised that she was going to take me under her wing and help me. I was doubtful--people had tried to help me before, but they always tried to chose things they thought I would choose, not what was fashionable, so I continued to be dressed frumpily. I was trying to convince her I really did want to dress fashionably, I just didn't know how. And I was grumpy because I was supposed to sing the prima dona part in an aria at a recital and got bumped to mezzo because I was getting older.
