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DREAMS
I think it best not to use these Calms very soon again, if at all. I took one before going to bed last night because I seemed jittery...maybe too much caffeine during the day who knows. Instead of knocking me out for a good night's sleep like a week before, I felt like I couldn't sleep at all. And I had very weird dreams later in the morning. The case of the reverse drug reactions strikes again. Now you know why Ann doesn't do drugs. My luck...heroin would probably make me attentive and sharp and accomplish a lot. Of course I'll never know...
The dreams last night/early this morning combined with the radio (radio helps me sleep). I was listening to the BBC so in the first part of the dream everyone was speaking with English accents. I was walking down a strange spiral staircase. The very weird steps were deep and round, and there wasn't much of a handrail to hold onto. If one were to fall, one would fall through the inner part of the step, so one had to step on the perimeter of the step, but not outside of the step, because one would fall through too. Everyone was going up and down normally except for me...I was having problems, so I decided to go back up, and not go to wherever I was going to. Then I was in a classroom with an eclectic bunch of people. I don't know what it was about, but they were discussing different cultures around the world. Then the woman who was teaching had to leave the room, so she handed her teaching duties off to a young woman who was college age. The young woman didn't want to teach because she said she was only 19 and unexperienced. Then she in turn handed the duties off to me, but I didn't know what to say because I hadn't travelled to other lands and had nothing to speak about...I was there to learn, not to teach. I tried to re-hand the duties back to her and she kept using her age as an excuse not to teach. Then I finally accepted the duty, but I told everyone I wasn't going to say anything because I had nothing to say and anyone else could take over if they wished. I think I woke up with a start after that dream...not sure. Then I dreamt that I had to get something out of my neighbor's garage...like plant potting stuff or something. She looked at me strangely and I told her I'd be out of her hair in a minute, I just had to grab these supplies. I was going to repot a plant right there, but the entrance to the garage was at a strange triangular incline, so I took it over to my yard to work on it. Then I remember being with some people trying to answer illustrated test questions regarding rock stars (no one real...) inside a little mini comic book thing. Around this time, I think, IRL the radio had that awfully hideous show "Satellite Sisters" on (imagine being woken up by a roomful of harpies) so I switched it over to NPR's Weekend Edition on the FM dial. I think this was not contributing well to my restful sleep either, perhaps aiding in my nightmares. I think while it was on Weekend Edition, they announced Mayor Guilianni getting Time's Man of the Year. I had discussed this IRL with Stan the other day and said they should give it to him instead of bin Laden. So when they said that on the radio, I dreamt I was saying to some other people: "Yea! They finally listened to me!"