Nyquil Nightmares

I am very prone to having strange dreams.  Very real feeling strange dreams.  Very vividly detailed real feeling strange dreams.  I used to just share them with the girls at the office to give them a laugh, but now that I have a blog I somehow feel obligated, and interestingly, excited to share this one with the world.

First, let me begin by explaining about the Nyquil.  Every time I take some, I end up having one of those vividly detailed real feeling strange dreams and then I pop right up in bed wide awake and there is no going back to sleep for me.  I do not understand why Nyquil doesn’t last all night for me.  No matter what time I take it, or how badly I need it, it only lasts for about 5 hours – 6 if I am really lucky.  Why exactly does this medicine intended to help you sleep while curing the whole plethora of sick symptoms not last all night?  Anyway – my body must be extremely sensitive to the meds found in Nyquil because last night at 10:30 I went and poured a dose & brought it back to bed for my sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head, fever so he could rest husband.  And then I went to right to sleep, had the strangely vivid dream I am about to share with you, and popped right up out of bed editing this blog post in my mind after exactly six hours of sleep.  Let me tell you, I NEVER pop out of bed after only six hours of sleep.  I could sleep for 10 hours most of the time and even fully rested and wide awake, I still don’t POP out of bed – I EASE out.  So why did I get the Nyquil side effects without actually taking the Nyquil?  I don’t think I can even begin to explain this one, so let’s just move on to the dream…

So here goes.  I warned you it was strange, so read on at your own risk… 

In real life, I work in the relatively small office area of a pretty large manufacturing and repair facility.  In my dream, the mechanics were all squished up in the small office area and there were thousands of cubicles all over the plant floor.  Every cubicle I passed seemed to have a facebook friend in it.  And every person that I thought I knew sounded like someone completely different when they spoke to me.  There were accents from all around the globe coming out of the mouths of all these familiar people.  Then the really strange and real feeling part was that when I spoke back to them, I took on their accent!  Now, occasionally I’ve been asked where I’m from because people couldn’t place the accent – the southern drawl only comes out really bad once I get tired – the only giveaway most of the time is that I say y’all.  Y’all is as natural to me as gravy on a biscuit.  Oh, and nice.  My son always says that I am the most country sounding person ever when I say “Be nice” to him and the daughter because it comes out more like “Be neyes y’all”.  

Anyway, back to the dream.  I was trying to finish up at work and my oddly Indian-accented boss gave me one more assignment to finish before I could leave.  I kept saying “I have to get my daughter from daycare – I’m going to be late!”  (Understand please, she is long since out of daycare.)  So I finally finish up and head out to my car.  Only there were these people standing all around it.   Some leaning down to look under it & several surrounding it to look in the windows.  I ask what’s going on and they say they just love my car and want to see the inside.  So I open it up & it is a crusty, nasty, piled high mess.  My car is NOT like this in reality - I’m not saying it’s perfect by any means, but dirt in the floormats and the occasional stray cd, a piece of junk mail, or possibly a forgotten stuffed animal is about as bad as it gets.  I was mortified in my dream & the people just started pawing through the trash and food bags trying to see the seat fabric.  It was rather disgusting.  No.  It was REALLY disturbingly disgusting. 

And then I woke up. 

And felt some strange compulsion to share this dream with you. 

If you have any insight, please feel free to share.  I’m not sure what this dream has to say about me, but I sure wish I had actually taken that Nyquil last night because then I would at least have an excuse.

Have a great day!

…and sweet dreams tonight!