‘Venus is the only planet that spins clockwise.’ Is that weird? As long as it doesn’t knock me over, I don’t care. I don’t take much notice of planets, apart from what the National Curriculum sets out to teach children, but I don’t think Venus is alone there. It might be Uranus that also spins clockwise, something to do with toppling over on its axis. No? Well, that will be just me on my statin induced weird dreams, then.
I blame the statins, like I do for everything else, but it
could be the chocolate. Just try Cadbury’s ‘Darkmilk’, though maybe not too
much before bed. I’m not having nightmares, thank goodness. My dreams are vivid
and just weird, sending me into odd situations, like trying to figure something
out at work in a dental surgery. I retired nearly three years ago, and I didn’t
work in surgery, I was on reception. I dream about my family, including those
who have passed away. Years ago, when I was having chemo, I regularly dreamt of
going into a room full of people. It was welcoming and cosy. I was greeted with
affection. This was where I belonged. The people were my family, my passed away
family. There was my mother, young and pretty as I remembered her before she
was ill, and my grandparents with aunts who were special to me, taking me into
their fold. The dream was always much the same and with the same missing
person. My dad wasn’t there. It upset me to think that if I died, my dad wasn’t
waiting for me. It was disturbing, to say the least, as if there wasn’t already
enough going on. It was just a very weird, recurring dream brought on by the
chemicals that helped to save my life. As I recovered, I stopped dreaming so much and stopped worrying.
Imagine waking up in a spotlessly clean and tidy bedroom,
bathed in sunlight filtering through tilted blinds. Outside, the neighbour who
never speaks to anyone, smiles and calls out a cheerful ‘good morning’. On the
main road, a few cars go by, carefully observing the twenty mile per hour speed
limit and the pavement slabs are even with no trip hazards.
This would be too weird for words – or I had died and gone
to Heaven.
Meet the Weird-Bird
Birds are flyin’south for winter.Here’s the Weird-Bird headin’ north,
Wings a-flappin’, beak a-chatterin’,
Cold head bobbin’ back ‘n’ forth.
He says, “It’s not that I like ice
Or freezin’winds and snowy ground.
It’s just sometimes it’s kind of nice
To be the only bird in town.
Shel Silverstein (1930 – 1999)
Thanks for reading, Pam x
4 comments:
I am a weird-bird and I enjoyed your blog. Medication can do strange things.
Dreams are wierd - Shel Silverstein is one of my favourites! :)
Yes, Uranus and Venus have clockwise spin, all the others (plus Pluto) spin anti-clockwise.
Interesting Pam. I take a couple of prescription medications but as far as I know they don't influence my dreams. However, my dad who had Parkinson's disease was on some drug that gave him the most horrendous nightmares and sometimes hallucinations during the day as well. I had to persuade him once that there wasn't a giant squirrel in the corner waiting to pounce if he fell asleep in his chair - this while we were watching England v Ecuador in he 2006 world cup. Weird.
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