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I now dream.
Rather, I may have been dreaming before, but my sleep was so awful that I didn't remember it. But, now with the CPAP properly set I'm getting deep enough sleep that I have multiple vivid dreams nightly.
Apparently my dream making machinery is out of practice because these dreams have been lucid, but surreal. It's like I'm sitting in the Theater of Dreams while my brain is bumbling around the control room gone dusty through lack of use. The brain struggles to remember how to use it. So it's mashing buttons, pushing levers, and twiddling dials while looking at the faded manual via reading glasses with a bad prescription. There I sit watching the weirdest stuff unfold. Like sitting at a comedy show with a couple that aren't a couple in real life. Lessee, B and C are really boyfriend/girlfriend, but there B sits with R and not C, and R is married to someone else in real life; worse yet, in reality they move in completely unrelated social orbits. But, whatever ole brain, you keep twiddling those dials.
Oh, and the comedy show never started. It was all about the waiting to get in. Oh, brain.
Rather, I may have been dreaming before, but my sleep was so awful that I didn't remember it. But, now with the CPAP properly set I'm getting deep enough sleep that I have multiple vivid dreams nightly.
Apparently my dream making machinery is out of practice because these dreams have been lucid, but surreal. It's like I'm sitting in the Theater of Dreams while my brain is bumbling around the control room gone dusty through lack of use. The brain struggles to remember how to use it. So it's mashing buttons, pushing levers, and twiddling dials while looking at the faded manual via reading glasses with a bad prescription. There I sit watching the weirdest stuff unfold. Like sitting at a comedy show with a couple that aren't a couple in real life. Lessee, B and C are really boyfriend/girlfriend, but there B sits with R and not C, and R is married to someone else in real life; worse yet, in reality they move in completely unrelated social orbits. But, whatever ole brain, you keep twiddling those dials.
Oh, and the comedy show never started. It was all about the waiting to get in. Oh, brain.