Did I die in my sleep again?
When I am not yet back up to my par, healthwise, one of the things I get is - I awaken with a loud grunt or gasp. It's fun but I think it might be extremely loud. It might be an end to a snoring bout, idk. It is probably a result of me just forgetting to breath in my sleep, and so I suddenly take one big deep breath because if I don't I will die. But sometimes(?) maybe it has to do with nasal passages clogged up? I don't know. I am pretty sure that it involves an off-kiltering of my brain in some way. Probably, oxygen just isn;t getting to the right, central area. Or there is a mismatch of the powers of two dif regions. Something like that. So, a tiny fault line occurs, probably stopping my breathing.
So, that happened last night. Need I remind you, I continue to endure the warm, flu-like feeling, etc., from post-COVID. And so I must be careful with any exertions today. I probably still have too much G.O. in me, which could take a breath away - or stop a heart. But, this is why, every morning, I do a detox, and this helps.
But, maybe because of the above, another very weird thing happened last night. A number of times, in my dreams, I wasn't facing the person to whom I was talking. Instead, I was directly overhead. Overhead that person. Seldom, if ever, having my self in the picture as well. But, they were talking to that person, who was me, talking, but I saw everything from above that person! I do remember that, for the main part, I was in an office environment - and the office was soon to close. And everyone was sad or pissed. And one girl to whom I was conversing said she was never going to do this again, because, "it made me kind of poor." I wanted to respond with compassion, but I started trying to fix the whole overhead thing instead.
When I woke up, things seemed to have been righted in my brain, even compared to how it was yesterday, except for all the COVID symptoms sill lingering.
Had I died in my sleep? We may never know. maybe this happens a lot. Maybe that's part of what dreams are, anyway. Or, maybe COVID was trying to choke off my heart or my brain.
The sounds of neighbour kids outside my window soon after the gasp. Am I an event? A curiosity? All I know is it will still take a lot more time and sleep before I get back to par. It takes months - even a year - to recover from moving, and all related bullshit.
So, that happened last night. Need I remind you, I continue to endure the warm, flu-like feeling, etc., from post-COVID. And so I must be careful with any exertions today. I probably still have too much G.O. in me, which could take a breath away - or stop a heart. But, this is why, every morning, I do a detox, and this helps.
But, maybe because of the above, another very weird thing happened last night. A number of times, in my dreams, I wasn't facing the person to whom I was talking. Instead, I was directly overhead. Overhead that person. Seldom, if ever, having my self in the picture as well. But, they were talking to that person, who was me, talking, but I saw everything from above that person! I do remember that, for the main part, I was in an office environment - and the office was soon to close. And everyone was sad or pissed. And one girl to whom I was conversing said she was never going to do this again, because, "it made me kind of poor." I wanted to respond with compassion, but I started trying to fix the whole overhead thing instead.
When I woke up, things seemed to have been righted in my brain, even compared to how it was yesterday, except for all the COVID symptoms sill lingering.
Had I died in my sleep? We may never know. maybe this happens a lot. Maybe that's part of what dreams are, anyway. Or, maybe COVID was trying to choke off my heart or my brain.
The sounds of neighbour kids outside my window soon after the gasp. Am I an event? A curiosity? All I know is it will still take a lot more time and sleep before I get back to par. It takes months - even a year - to recover from moving, and all related bullshit.