I started a new medicine this week because we still have not found an ADHD medicine that helps me (I think I could do crack without feeling a thing) due to my Dandy Walker or one of my many autoimmune disorders, I’m assuming. I am to take it three times a day, which has been a trip even with the Hero Health machine (which I love, btw).
Anyway, like most antidepressants, I dream and remember those dreams when I first start taking them, and this has been no different. I may dream after adjusting to the medications, but not that I remember. The first night, I dreamt I was with Johnny Depp. He looked kind of like his character in Secret Window and had a floppy brown leather hat (not like the black hat in the movie), glasses, a bleached denim shirt, and all his usual accessories. I don’t know where we were or why we were together, but he was very kind and humble.
I do remember that I changed my shirt a lot and I apologized about it and he was cool with that. Also, he commented about the amount of cat food we had, but I can’t remember ever seeing Mom’s house in the dream. I told him it wasn’t a lot of cat food when living with five cats (to paraphrase). I hadn’t watched any of his movies or read anything about him so I don’t know why he was in my dream. Usually, my dreams have a little bit of life sprinkled in them. I very much recommend meeting him in person.
The next night, I dreamt about having low blood sugar, and I vaguely remember Adam waking me up and giving me cookies, so my sugar was low for real. Sometimes I remember him feeding me, sometimes I don’t, and sometimes I think I dreamt it and have to ask him. With my continuous glucose monitor (CGM), he is alerted on his phone when my sugar goes below 55, which is awesome because it does that so often. My watch alerts me, but I sleep through it because I am obviously out of my head.
In my dream, we were at my Family Christmas at one of my family members’ houses, and I don’t know if Adam was afraid they would criticize him for letting my sugar get low (not his fault, of course) or not having any sugar on hand in case it got low, but I told him abruptly that it was low and then I went unconscious. I saw the rest of my dream from above us. He basically Weekend at Bernie’d me so my family would not know I was not conscious. He made me wave by pulling my sleeve, kept my head on his arm or chest, walked me through the house, visited with my family, etc., while I was all Bernie’d out. And that’s all I remember.
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