Narcotic Dreams

I’ve had the tiniest whisper of Codeine the last few nights, to help me sleep. That’s all I needed and, thank dog, it worked. I was having brain frying coughing fits every half hour ON the half hour (I’m a damned clock, I tell you!) throughout the nights. There was no Z catching pre-Codeine.

Sleep on Codeine though is different. It’s heavily reminiscent of my nocturnal siesta experiences during hospital stays. That is -- intermittent and way more surreal than usual.

Last night, I dreamed I was at my old job but had already given notice. I was working up a training program involving basic math to be used in my next big professional gig. Part way through, I decided to go for a jog (running -- something I often think about doing but the most I accomplish are brief, spastic lopes on the beach).

It was a dark, snowy winter evening and we were in a particularly homely, stark, industrial section of Brighton (a section of Boston). The slog through the ice and snow covered streets was annoying and difficult but I kept going. Why? There was a coffee shop three blocks up -- OF COURSE I’m gonna push on.
I found that I wasn’t making much progress. Wondering What Up and thinking maybe my form and posture were off, I looked down at myself. Only to find that I was attempting to freestyle my way up the sidewalk. Yeah, this was not one of my more shining moments.

After fast, furtive snoops about (to make sure no one had spied my efforts to swim up Cambridge Street. of course), I got vertical again. Trotting 'round the coffee shop corner, I kept going. There was a side street that I wanted to explore. This little street, as it turns out, was exceptionally narrow and steep. So steep and narrow that a helmet, Belaying ropes, and the odd carabiner or three would’ve been way useful.
I climbed down this crazy ass, narrow ravine -- down past old, crumbling, moss covered Victorian houses wedged fast into the rock face. And then I attempted to climb out.
Oof! Luckily Coco decided that at that very moment, I should wake up and give her chin scritches and, possibly, some brekkie. Good kitten!

The other Codeine dream is just a transient, ephemeral image. I was standing in a hospital corridor, possibly, waiting for a nurse. My only thought was ‘the fuck! I’m back in the hospital?’

Yeah, I’m a foul mouthed broad in my dreams too.