All I have to do

“Only trouble is, gee whiz,” the Bryants (Boudleaux, anyway) wrote and the Everlys sang, “I’m dreaming my life away.” This is perhaps the downside of recovering from insomnia. I’d certainly prefer it to insomnia. But it has a catch or two.

5 comments

  1. fillyjonk »

    18 February 2019 · 11:01 am

    Most of mine seem to be, as I’ve said, “my brain sorting its recycling” – dumb random images of stuff I half-heard or saw during the day. Once in a while I’ll get a doozy – either I wake up angry or crying, and the emotion bleeds over into the day. (Last night I had one, I don’t even remember what it was now, that jolted me wide awake at just after 11 pm, and left me with a feeling of dread. Not bad enough to get up and put on the light, which is how I usually exorcise bad dreams, but still, bad enough)

    At least early this morning my brain served me up one where I had a corgi as a pet, perhaps as penance for that earlier bad dream.

  2. McGehee »

    18 February 2019 · 12:28 pm

    I’m more likely to remember a dream if I’ve set an alarm and failed to spontaneously awaken before it goes off.

    Of those I remember, some are clearly fantastical, while the nearest thing I normally get to a nightmare either has me murderously angry at someone, or desperate to find a particular room in a building laid out in an irrational manner. Conventionally scary dreams just don’t seem to happen for me.

    Of course the angry or frustrated dreams must be indications of my chronic state of mind during the period when I have them — being bothered by something I can’t resolve or at least shrug off is a sign that there is something horribly, horribly wrong with the universe, and deep down, that’s something I can’t abide.

  3. Roger Green »

    19 February 2019 · 5:57 am

    Most of my dreams are realistic up to the point where they ain’t. i think it really happened, then I realize some detail (the person is dead or in France) that negates the possibility.

  4. hollyh »

    19 February 2019 · 10:03 am

    I feel your pain, nightmare-wise. I often have doozies. Huge life-stress scenarios, like I accidentally had two kids with somebody I can’t stand (even though of course I have long-since aged out of those possibilities).

    I imagine my terrible dreams are the price to be paid for always being an upbeat person in real life. Nothing comes for free.

    However, I have decided to decide that it’s OK to have bad dreams. I read a sleep book a while back that emphasized the importance of sleep, regardless of what dreams one may have.

    But I can hardly wait to hear about the results of your experiment.

  5. CGHill »

    19 February 2019 · 12:37 pm

    I’ve often wondered if things work in reverse: if troubled souls have more than their presumed share of good dreams, and the upbeat folks are dealt a disproportionate quantity of the bad ones. Having spent most of my life somewhere in between, I can’t get a handle on this concept.

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