I had another one of those dreams last night where you can’t move, but you really really want to move because some dream entity is trying to touch or tickle you and you are really really not in the mood. In this particular version of the dream, hands were creeping along my body and my screams were just that annoying whisper sound. I was surprised to find that my rasping actually worked to wake myself up enough to move and see that I was safe in my room.
I was safe, but not finished with the strange stage of REM sleep. I was lucid, able to determine no bad people were trying to hurt me, but some part of my visual cortex was still firing something. About 2 feet in front of me animated flowers appeared, and then they would morph into fairies who would giggle and fall off the flowers until a new one would start to grow. No amount of blinking or trying to refocus my eyes made the flower-fairies disappear. So, I did what I usually do when faced with such strangeness, I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
Maybe this was the last of the Advil Sinus I took this week leaving my system.
Current Mood: Beautiful July Day Happy
Current Music: The Mermaid (Great Big Sea)
