Chemically assisted optimism
With my recent bout of fever, I returned from the ER with a standard set of strong medication, including an inhaler, because apparently I have asthma when I'm sick. I almost never use inhalers, but when I have one, I sometimes take a hit before bed, because it gives me a bit of a buzz. Did one last night. Settled in. Watched the dim flicking light of my wireless router LEDs, and became aware of the onset of mild, but unmistakable LSD style visual hallucinations.
Before drifting off to sleep, I rolled onto my back and watched the iridescent bubbling oil overlaying my ceiling.
Ah, but the best was yet to come....
Vivid dreaming. My dreams often include similar elements. One is a giant hotel which can be in various states on repair. At it's worst, it's a crumbling skyscraper with extremely unreliable freight elevators. But last night it was a chrome and glass beauty in the heart of a teaming city.
My second common element is various states of flying, which I rationalize as drawing from state of energy in the dreams. Sometimes it's barely levitating an inch or two. But again, this time it was full control, full power at will flight.
Ya try not to draw attention in a crowded city, but stuff happens. Sometimes you have to fly. Hotel security was on my ass but shortcuts over crowded stairs is an advantage. And it was especially crowded with people waiting to see the Dalai Lama.
Oh, yes, we met. He'd spotted me popping up 15 feet to avoid getting hit by a car. He and his companion asked me about it, His Holiness pointing up at the ceiling of the overhang in front of the hotel lobby. Now, I don't speak Tibetan, and apparently in dreams he doesn't speak English. So, I put two fingers under his arm and put the "fly" into him; up he goes. Finger not quite to the ceiling, so I put my other hand to his companion's shoulder and ground us, and it's right to the top.
I had to part ways with the tickled Buddhists, I'm sure they had stuff to discuss -- when they're not quiet, they're talking.
Such an excellent change from muddled fever dreams. I'm feeling much, much better.
Before drifting off to sleep, I rolled onto my back and watched the iridescent bubbling oil overlaying my ceiling.
Ah, but the best was yet to come....
Vivid dreaming. My dreams often include similar elements. One is a giant hotel which can be in various states on repair. At it's worst, it's a crumbling skyscraper with extremely unreliable freight elevators. But last night it was a chrome and glass beauty in the heart of a teaming city.
My second common element is various states of flying, which I rationalize as drawing from state of energy in the dreams. Sometimes it's barely levitating an inch or two. But again, this time it was full control, full power at will flight.
Ya try not to draw attention in a crowded city, but stuff happens. Sometimes you have to fly. Hotel security was on my ass but shortcuts over crowded stairs is an advantage. And it was especially crowded with people waiting to see the Dalai Lama.
Oh, yes, we met. He'd spotted me popping up 15 feet to avoid getting hit by a car. He and his companion asked me about it, His Holiness pointing up at the ceiling of the overhang in front of the hotel lobby. Now, I don't speak Tibetan, and apparently in dreams he doesn't speak English. So, I put two fingers under his arm and put the "fly" into him; up he goes. Finger not quite to the ceiling, so I put my other hand to his companion's shoulder and ground us, and it's right to the top.
I had to part ways with the tickled Buddhists, I'm sure they had stuff to discuss -- when they're not quiet, they're talking.
Such an excellent change from muddled fever dreams. I'm feeling much, much better.