Side effects, dreams, and moving (Mur, not me)
Well, Mur got moved. And I disproved my theory about my medication. However, I am quite certain that dreams are a side effect of the medication I’m taking.
Dad and I took the van and the trailer over to Mur’s last Sunday to help her move. Finally got to meet her boyfriend Jose. He’s been her boyfriend for well over a year and I never got to meet him. He’s really shy. Except Sunday there was no getting around it. His girlfriend was moving, so he had to be there to help box stuff up and load the moving vehicle. And Dad and I had to be there with the van because all she had was a car. So it finally happened. When she said he didn’t know much English, she was giving him the benefit of the doubt. He seems to know absolutely no English. But he’s a lot stronger than I am and carried a lot more heavy stuff than I did. I’m not complaining, believe me. Carry all the stuff you want. Monday I drove the van and trailer over, while Dad took the car. I know I shouldn’t be driving, but I still have my license, so legally I can drive. I keep it just for situations like this. Where I need to drive. But I only do so when it’s absolutely needed. I don’t have a car, have no plans on getting one, and ride the bus when I want to go somewhere. But Dad had to be somewhere Monday afternoon, and Mur was going to need the van all day Monday, as she had to be moved by Tuesday. So Dad took the car and helped out until he had to go, and I kept the van. I kept it until Tuesday afternoon, when we finally finished.
But here’s the thing. Jose asked her to take him home Monday night as he doesn’t drive either. We were nowhere near done. We still had some of the apartment and all of the shed left. This is your girlfriend. If your girlfriend is moving, you help out until she’s done. You don’t go home and leave her to finish the rest halfway through. What kind of boyfriend is that?
Anyway, I didn’t have any weird effects like I expected. I felt normal both Sunday and Monday mornings. Tuesday morning I’d been up and working so long that I can’t tell you what I was feeling, beyond half-dead. I wasn’t quite sleep-depping like she was, however. She’d been up and at it for 31 hours by the time we finally got finished. I got home about 2:30 Tuesday afternoon and went straight to bed. I woke up about 5 a.m., watched a couple hours of Charmed on TV, went back to bed at 8 a.m. and finally woke up again about 4:30. Aside from the three hours in the morning, I slept 23 hours straight through. I told Mur “Never move again!”
Now, dreams. Last night I dreamed about Anne from Toronto. And my brother. I don’t remember the whole dream, but my family was getting stuff to sell (I think) and someone had left a pinball machine that was a Pac Man version, that also could be played by four people at the same time, like the North, South, East and West on a map, they all face each other. So Anne got on the north side and I got on the south side, facing her, and we played. I have no idea who won. I don’t think we got that far. Stephen showed up at one point and was talking to Mom about something, but I don’t remember what. That’s about all I remember of the dream.
The night before, I had a job with someone else, and we went to different places. I have no idea why, or what we were doing. I had this costume with a red cape, and when I had it on I could fly, and that’s how I got to different places. At one point I went to Stephen King’s house. He lived on a beach. I don’t know why I went there, but he invited me in, and I was talking to him, or he was talking to me. Then his daughters came in. He had two of them, both were teenagers. There was something in the water, like a huge missile that had flown through the air and landed in the water near his house and might blow up. I was going to try to get it and take it away, since I could fly with the suit on. I didn’t get that far before either I woke up or the dream ended.
The night before that, there were a bunch of people in my dream. I don’t really remember the beginning of the dream, but I was dancing in a parking lot with some weird shoes and ended up not wearing any. Then the house next door caught fire. There were all black people living there, renting from an old woman who also lived there. There were different families there, most of whom got out of the house. They were all pretty sure the old woman set the house on fire on purpose to get insurance money. Not everyone got out, however, so I went in with another guy who’d been watching me dance in the parking lot. There was a young girl in there we needed to get, but there was water on the floor and a wire near it or touching it, so I didn’t want to walk through the water with my bare feet. That’s about all I remember of that dream.
Last week I had a sort-of sex dream with Kat. The previous night I had a dream with Becky and Val Kilmer.
I very rarely have dreams. Now I’m having them every night and remembering quite a bit about them. And they include other people that I know or are famous people like Stephen King and Val Kilmer. This has definitely got to be a side effect of the medication. Dr. Pineiro increased my dosage and now I’m big-time dreaming every night. Weird.