keeps the kitties in kibble and me in tacos
There are certain foods that can cause vivid, lucid dreams and nightmares. I have a wild time with tomatoes.
The acid rewires my brain and causes some of the strangest dreams I’ve ever had. Tonight was no exception.
After four homemade tacos, my body wanted to lie down for just a bit. As my body is getting older and thus deserves all the respect, I acceded to its wishes.
In that ninety minute nap, I dreamed of electrodes fastened to my body while I entertained that weightless feeling one gets when the plane descends for a landing. I was dredging up memories for a therapist, which I obliged, recounting happy times, sad times, all flashing like a newsreel with missing frames. I was narrating, of course. The therapist gave me a hug, and I felt warm and safe, sharing all these secrets with her. I have no idea what these memories actually were, but they didn’t feel nearly as devastating as waking memories do. Small thing to be grateful for, nevertheless.
At some point, I started talking. Out loud. For several minutes. I woke myself up.
I got up, rubbed my face, noticed both cats staring at me, and the little one had her patented wide-eyed “you gonna eat me?” look.
Jane called from her room. “You OK?”
“You were talking away in there.”
“What was I saying?”
“I don’t know. It was gibberish. Lots of it.”
“I guess the cats understood. They are right here.”
At that, I landed with a thump, gathered my mythical baggage and trudged off to reclaim life.