Ocean Dreamer

In my dreams, that is.  As an adult, I have always been someone who couldn’t remember her dreams.  At least, until I started taking the lovely birth control pills.  Now, I have very vivid dreams.  Apparently, BCPs are known (at least anecdotally) to cause vivid dreams and nightmares (I did find a link specifically about the nightmares, but now can’t find it, sorry.)  And oh it has been just so much fun.

So, yes, the other night I dreamt that I killed my grandma – not intentionally of course – but still it was awful.  I woke up miserable and curled up with my ever-so-loving-and-sweet pups.  I’ve also dreamt, for example, that the house caught on fire – though this was less a nightmare than a stress dream because my big reaction to it was, “oh, God, now I have to get that fixed.”

There have been some pleasant ones, too, of course – and in general I’ve really enjoyed remembering my dreams in a way I hadn’t been able to do since I was a child.

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