A few weeks ago I began taking a blood pressure med, and yesterday my doctor asked if I’d noticed any side effects. I told her I had a bit of dry mouth at night and that my dreams were a little more vivid than usual. However, since I normally don’t remember my dreams at all, “a little more vivid” didn’t really mean much.
But last night was a deluge. Four dreams that I remember! Holy cow. Here they are: (1) I reached an agreement with a contractor to add an innovative new kind of room addition to my house that was half above ground and half underground. There were allegedly environmental benefits of some kind to this. (2) I recorded a radio program explaining the differences between a 401(k) and a defined benefit pension. I kept getting interrupted, and at one point I got distracted and made up a cockamamie explanation for what “401” stood for. Then I remembered it referred to a section of the tax code and tried to pass off my previous explanation as a joke. (3) I was in the oceanside apartment of a pair of blogger friends. They were pointing out the window to a dock, showing me where the press boat was going tie up so that I knew the sightlines for taking pictures. (4) I was part of a group that had just caught some terrible virus and was being herded into a van for transportation to an army quarantine center. Sirens were blaring and lights were flashing when I suddenly woke up.
WTF? I normally remember maybe one dream a month, and even then only momentarily. And now four in one night? Because I’m taking a diuretic to lower my blood pressure? And one of them is about 401(k)s? Come on.
