Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Dreams

My parents are coming to visit today, so I'm not sure I'll post pictures of food later this evening or not.
I did want to write this down for myself before I forgot it.
I mentioned yesterday I'm now on antibiotics. I'm also allergic to many, many antibiotics, and I always have to be prescribed some special, weird kind. On Monday, when my doctor was giving me the prescription, she told me these were a new kind of drug, and I shouldn't have a reaction.
"The main side effect is vivid dreams," she told me.
"What, do you mean nightmares?" I asked, slightly alarmed.
"No, no, just really vivid dreams. People have said it's really cool at first, but by the end of the week they're sick of it."
As long as they weren't nightmares, I figured they'd be fine, and I was slightly dismissive of the entire "vivid dreams related to my antibiotics" thing.
Today is Day 3 in a week of antibiotics. Last night I spent the entire night having an in-depth conversation with Tokugawa Ieyasu. Seriously.
I was on a trip with my husband, and he had to go do something, so my dog and I took a walk in the woods, when we saw Tokugawa Ieyasu hanging out at the side of the path. And so we stopped and talked to him all night long. He was very short. And he was dressed as a peasant, not in all his cool shogunal attire. But it was Tokugawa Ieyasu nonetheless.
I woke up with a start, literally gasping and sitting straight up in bed at 7 A.M., right after Tokugawa Ieyasu had vanished in my dream.
If I'm going to have vivid dreams, a Tokugawa shogun would be the last person I'd expect to show up. Can't I spend the night talking with George Harrison and John Lennon or something? Why do I dream about shoguns? What on earth does this mean?
Oh, and surprisingly, Tokugawa Ieyasu spoke modern-day, colloquial Japanese. That was nice of him, wasn't it? If he'd talked like a samurai I wouldn't have understood a word he said.
And no gym again today--parents are coming, so I had a marathon cleaning session instead. Everything is scrubbed and rubbed and shining--except for the bedroom. I've got to go do that now.

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