Well, almost. After almost two weeks of sleeping on hospital beds, couches, recliners, surrounded and propped up by pillows, last night I was able to sleep in my own bed, lay flat with just a pillow under my head. And it was glorious.
This best night of sleep yet was also assisted by the stepping down of some of my meds. Medicine affects my head pretty bad so when it comes to sleep, I get unrestful, crazy, intense, often violent, dreams.
Here are a few examples of my dreams:
*I was framed for murder.
*Booth & Bones (from the show bones) turned into blue cat people trying to solve a murder before the three of us were attacked
*Some friends were fishing with guns (instead of fishing polls) and then showed me a huge knife collection from China
*Another friend was driving us around in her car. Except I was in the driver seat and she was 2 rows back with hand controls. It was raining and she wasn’t paying attention so I had a front row view to multiple car accidents we were almost in. Then we got to her house only to have a swat team arrive.
*A drug cartel was hunting me down in a library.
These are just a few. There were several others that involved knives, trying to get a task done while running out of time, an inability to see, but you probably get the point.
It was also probably my body trying to sort out pain and stress.
Last night … I don’t remember what I dreamed. And that too, is glorious.