No more pills for me
Okay, so I haven't gotten much sleep lately, right? For whatever reason, I've not been sleeping well off and on for a few months now.
So...
Last night I borrowed a Lunesta from Stacey. Lunesta...the sleeping "aid" advertised in those goofy commercials where the luminescent moth flies from sleeping person to sleeping person at night. Ahh...so peaceful, it seems.
On the surface, it worked. I slept. Almost the whole night. Woke up once, but was able to go right back to sleep.
But there is a downside.
A dark side.
First, as I'm falling asleep, the medicine began to leave a NASTY taste in my mouth. Stacey warned me that would be a side effect. Okay, it's tolerable. If it works, I can't taste anything.
I fall alseep.
Now things go downhill. I start having the weirdest dreams. The one that sticks out the most is one I'm going to call "Heavy E, mass murderer."
Though the details are lost on me, I know I'm driving somewhere with E in someone's car. He asks which way to turn, and I start to answer. He suddenly interrupts me, screaming, "Shut the f*** up" and tells me to get out of the car. (Weird, since I was driving...but in the dream, you just do stupid stuff...so I got out of the car).
Next thing I know, he's out of the car and attacking some dude in a suit on the street corner, while yelling..."Someone bring me my bonesaw!" over and over.
In my dream, I yell out, "Eric, I thought you were that guy's friend," to which E responds, "Just shut up and bring me my f****** bonesaw" as he keeps hitting the guy with something that looks like a drum stick.
Even weirder, I start searching the trunk of my car to find a bonesaw. I don't find one amidst all the skulls in the trunk.
Stupid skulls. Always in the way.
Anyway, in the next part of the dream I'm driving by what looks like the church I grew up in, though it seems out of place. Like a bizarro version of my hometown. E's gone now, but people are lining up to go to church. I'm just afraid they'll find the skulls in my car (which I have no idea where they came from).
E (suddenly re-appearing) tells me to relax and that everyone has skulls in their trunk.
Then he just hold up a bonesaw and smiles as he stares at the long line of people going to church. He simply says, "Pull over."
At that point I snapped awake...thinking I ought to call the police or something. Gradually, reality settles back in and I go back to sleep.
No more Lunesta for me.
Or no more playing F.E.A.R. on my PC for a while....
Yikes.
E, please don't kill me.
So...
Last night I borrowed a Lunesta from Stacey. Lunesta...the sleeping "aid" advertised in those goofy commercials where the luminescent moth flies from sleeping person to sleeping person at night. Ahh...so peaceful, it seems.
On the surface, it worked. I slept. Almost the whole night. Woke up once, but was able to go right back to sleep.
But there is a downside.
A dark side.
First, as I'm falling asleep, the medicine began to leave a NASTY taste in my mouth. Stacey warned me that would be a side effect. Okay, it's tolerable. If it works, I can't taste anything.
I fall alseep.
Now things go downhill. I start having the weirdest dreams. The one that sticks out the most is one I'm going to call "Heavy E, mass murderer."
Though the details are lost on me, I know I'm driving somewhere with E in someone's car. He asks which way to turn, and I start to answer. He suddenly interrupts me, screaming, "Shut the f*** up" and tells me to get out of the car. (Weird, since I was driving...but in the dream, you just do stupid stuff...so I got out of the car).
Next thing I know, he's out of the car and attacking some dude in a suit on the street corner, while yelling..."Someone bring me my bonesaw!" over and over.
In my dream, I yell out, "Eric, I thought you were that guy's friend," to which E responds, "Just shut up and bring me my f****** bonesaw" as he keeps hitting the guy with something that looks like a drum stick.
Even weirder, I start searching the trunk of my car to find a bonesaw. I don't find one amidst all the skulls in the trunk.
Stupid skulls. Always in the way.
Anyway, in the next part of the dream I'm driving by what looks like the church I grew up in, though it seems out of place. Like a bizarro version of my hometown. E's gone now, but people are lining up to go to church. I'm just afraid they'll find the skulls in my car (which I have no idea where they came from).
E (suddenly re-appearing) tells me to relax and that everyone has skulls in their trunk.
Then he just hold up a bonesaw and smiles as he stares at the long line of people going to church. He simply says, "Pull over."
At that point I snapped awake...thinking I ought to call the police or something. Gradually, reality settles back in and I go back to sleep.
No more Lunesta for me.
Or no more playing F.E.A.R. on my PC for a while....
Yikes.
E, please don't kill me.
3 Comments:
I would recommend taking valerian to help you sleep (it's an herb), but it smells like dirty gym socks. The dirty gym socks of a very large, sweaty man. You can get "odor controlled," but then it leaves an incredibly funky taste in your mouth that lasts ALL DAY.
Then again, how much is sleep worth to you?
Good luck with getting to sleep.
sounds like a fun night.
actually, if you take those pills every night... you could become the next Stephen King.
"I lead worship on Sunday's at church, but during the week, I craft and pen the series, "The Bonesaw".
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Whoa dude... that's some freaky stuff right there.
At least you slept though. LOL!
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