I have bouts of insomnia several times a year, each lasting a few weeks to a few months. It sucks. This year I started taking Tylenol PM. And then I stopped. I call it Tylenol LSD. I had the batshit craziest dreams when I took it. Not scary, just bizarre– like living in Fallujah, teaching monkeys sign language with my high school boyfriend. And Seven was the director of the Iraqi Monkey Sign language program.. Weird weird stuff.
Needless to say, I had to stop taking it. I was physically rested, but mentally exausted after these very intense forays into my subconscious.
But here’s the thing…. the Tylenol LSD has obviously opened some portal in my mind that probably should have remained closed. I have always had very vivid dreams and usually remember them. And they are very real… but this is whole new level of crazy weird.
Last nights dream: (sans Tylenol)
I was running around the French Quarter looking for a boy who I went to college with who had been kidnapped. (NOT a boyfriend, not even a friend. Just some guy I halfway knew 20 years ago and would never have remembered his name or his face in a conscious state… how he got into my dream, I just don’t understand)
Anyhoo.. This guy had been kidnapped by someone in a brand-new fancy Mercedes SUV that had not been sold yet in the USA. So I called “my contact” at the police department and they GPS’d the car in Jacksonville, FL. I had to call someone back to tell them, but all of my contacts were in Vietnamese summer rolls. I would unwrap a summer roll, look under the shrimp, and then say “Damn! This is the wrong roll” and go into my bag for another summer roll to unwrap looking for phone numbers. ( you cannot make this shit up, folks)
So, now I’m looking for my friend’s sushi truck (which I actually ate at the other night, so at least I understand how this appeared in my dream), because HE must have the summer roll with the contact information that I need. I cannot find him, but I see some mutual friends who are homeless and are eating Blackbean and Jicama sandwiches which they purchased from said sushi truck. ( I don’t think I’ve ever had jicama in my real life). The sandwiches were good, but they were $7.50 and we all agreed that $7.50 was too much for a Blackbean and Jicama sandwich (especially for a homeless person) and we were going to tell the sushi truck guy after I got my summer roll contact information.
As I’m running through the streets of the French Quarter, I run smack into the kidnap victim. He doesn’t know who kidnapped him or why but he’s fine now so we should go have a bloody mary and catch up.
“I’d love that”, I say. “But first I MUST find the sushi truck because my summer rolls are in it”
“Is this the summer roll you’re looking for?” he asks, and pulls a summer roll out of his back pocket.
I unwrap it carefully, ,remove the shrimp, and THERE are my contacts!
“Where did you find this??”
“I stole it from my kidnapper. ”
“Oh. Cool, thanks! ”
And then we went to Cafe Pontalba (at Jackson Square) and had Bloody Mary’s with extra spicy beans.
And Harry Connick Jr was playing with Maroon 5 and Rosemary Clooney.
And we danced.
And that was only ONE of my dreams last night.. WTF?
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