Knitting and Tylenol

OK, I have to ask? Do you ever have bizarre dreams after taking medication? Not necessarily prescription-level medication, but plain old cough medicine, Tylenol, etc.? 

A couple of years ago, I had a pretty serious case of the flu, and a friend recommended Ny-Quil for sleeping through the night. I think I had taken Ny-Quil maybe once before, but a long time ago, and it left me with no memories of anything one way or the other. But this time around? YIKES. I had one of those dreams where it's completely terrifying, and you are conscious of being in a dream, but you can't wake yourself up, so it becomes even more terrifying. Never again. I poured that right down the sink drain the next morning.

But lately, I've had reason to take a couple of Tylenol on occasion, sometimes right before bedtime, and though 99% of the time, there's nothing I remember about sleeping afterwards, last night was ... just weird.

Last night, I took a couple of tablets right before I went to bed, because I had the tail end of a bad headache, and I was hoping to kick it out completely. I'm glad to say that this morning, the headache is a thing of the past. But I had a weird dream.

Who knows why, but for some reason in my dream, I was teaching Paul Rudd how to knit! I have to say, he was really nice about it, and eager to learn. And frankly, I don't remember if I was successful or not, but I do remember that even in the dream, I kept thinking to myself, "Why am I teaching Paul Rudd how to knit?"

As weird dreams go, this one was benign - he was pleasant, and seemed to sincerely want to learn to knit. But where did any of this come from? It's not like I'd recently seen something he was in, or read about him. I like him well enough but don't go out of my way to think about him at all - you know, like a celebrity crush or something. So who knows - maybe the Tylenol has nothing to do with it, because I don't remember such a thing happening before, but I do remember waking up this morning and being a) puzzled, and b) highly amused. Because you have to admit, the whole thing is pretty random.

But it was much better than the previously mentioned Ny Quil dream, so I'll take it! 😊

Perchance to Dream; and, Tiny Needle Tuesday Update

Have you been having weird dreams at times during this pandemic - at least more often than before?  Because I have, and they seem to go in spurts for whatever reason.  Most of them involve the kind of weirdness one might expect, such as animals talking to you, or realizing you are someplace without your mask (I guess that's the pandemic equivalent of realizing you are at school or work in your underwear?).  But the other night I had one that made me laugh, even when I first woke up from it.

I was seated at a long banquet table, with a bunch of other people, and they were all dressed in suits and ties, and other "serious" business apparel.  Also, we were clearly in a dr's waiting room, because other people were sitting in chairs clearly waiting to be called in to their appts.  Well, it turns out that it was a retirement party for Kym (who I happen to know is already retired, and who I have never met in person).

On the plus side (well, for her at least), people were making all kinds of nice speeches about her.  Then suddenly this event was over, and Kym came over to me and said, "Bridget, I know we have only worked together briefly [editorial note: as in NEVER at all, Kym!] but I wanted to give you a special gift from me.  And she handed me one of these:

Now.  To her credit, the card she gave to me at least had all of the buttons on it, not like this one above where some are missing.  But she only gave me one card.  Plus - and I know I'm seeming ungrateful here (because I am, for real) - but these are pretty generic buttons that I likely already have thousands of, for no good reason other than that I just have neglected to ever give them away or toss them.

Really, Kym?  This is the best you could do???

Then she said, "The reason I had the retirement party here is because I have a dr's appt in half an hour, and this way I don't have to do any extra travelling."

At which point I woke up and laughed for about 10 minutes!  

This is almost as weird as the dream I had about two weeks ago, where Hamlet told me (in a James Earl Jones-type voice) that his favorite kind of potatoes were mashed potatoes with gravy.  

I would also like to point out that I had not had any alcoholic beverages in the evenings before either dream.  Maybe I should start??

*****

In news not quite as weird, I made some good progress on my reindeer cross-stitch recently, and I am loving it more every time I get another part stitched!

Look at his little face and red nose!!  💖

This project makes me smile the whole time I'm working on it, I have to say.

OK, that's it for now.  I hope all of you have a good day, and may your dreams be ... oh at this point, I just don't know.