Side effects of sleep

I generally sleep using one of two methods. Two to three hour spurts that leave me almost as tired as when I laid down, or six or seven hour periods of comatososity when the non-sleep catches up with me. Neither of those methods promote REM sleep. Hence, I rarely dream. And I never remember them when/if they occur.

I have discovered that when one spends the better part of a week in a Percocet-induced sleep state, coupled with unfamiliar pain about the eyeball region, one has bizarre dreams. (No, I shall not share them with you. They are quite disturbing. Some people shouldn't be naked. That's all I'm sayin'.)

Last night I skipped the Percocet and instead had a more natural Guinness and Football induced sleep. Alas, the dreams continued.

Apparently, my subconscious sees me as a cowgirl (complete with dress and horse) nurse, riding the range taking care of the sick and injured with my bag of thoroughly modern medical supplies. I swear, I had a miniseries worth of things happen in my mind last night, and I remember many of them vividly.

Bizarre.

BTW: In my dream world, if you fall off your horse and break your leg, you'll be dragged into the old-fashioned doctor's back room via a couple of roughneck cowboy-types, and put on a modern gurney, where I'll get you a blanket out of the blanket warmer, start an IV with modern supplies, hook it up to an old fashioned looking IV stand and pull your meds out of hand labelled, big, brown bottles. And then we'll splint your leg with sticks and rags.