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I'm now on a low dose of Trazodone (50 mg) to help with sleep, since the clog-dancing elephants upstairs and various people who think it's OK to drive through an apartment parking lot at 1 AM with the stereo up loud keep waking me up, which makes both the ADD symptoms and migraine triggers worse. (Yay for moving elsewhere in June!)
One of the side effects, I've found, is intense, rich dreams. I found a forum online where people were complaining about dreams of severed limbs and stuff like that, but I haven't had dreams like that. Mine are more visually intense, with richer colors and more detail in costuming and location and, it seems, plot - although the problem is that waking up to an NPR story about the continuing saga of Exxon Valdez litigation tends to drive plot from your mind.
I've already forgotten what yesterday's dream held, other than trying to read a book and realizing that yes, in dreams, a book really is full of nonsense* but today's dream was set in a city that was sort of a combination of Regency-era London and a pre-Manchu era in a Chinese city.
There was a man with dark hair going by the name Li Po (which is the name of a Chinese poet, also rendered Li Bao), dressed in Regency-era clothing, who was ... I'm not sure. A jack of all trades sort of thing, I think. Part detective, part spy. He had a sidekick/partner who was a woman, also dressed in male Regency clothes, who had lighter hair that was a straight and a bit longer than her shoulderblades. She was an inventor. There were at least three parts to the dream, all kind of fuzzy now. At one point, an official dressed in rich red Chinese clothing accompanied by several other men in Chinese clothing burst into the rooms full of bits and bobs and half-built inventions the two rented above a busy street, accusing the man of something-or-other and doing a search. The two weren't very concerned about it. (Erg. And there was something vague about bento in that section.)
Another section had the man playing a chess-like game against a richly dressed woman - I'm not kidding abut the colors and clothes and sheer amount of stuff on the sets here - where he played an odd strategy of sacrificing all his pawn-like pieces, without moving any of the others, until his last move, where he moved one of the others by one square. His opponent quit the game in disgust at the point, and he pointed out it didn't matter, because he'd already won - there were no other moves she could make. The inventor sidekick had this hand-cranked box with lenses that acted as a projector and projected the game for the other people in the room to watch.
The third bit had the inventor woman in blue Regency women's clothing, and I think I was actually in her head at that point - the rest was all third-person, which is unusual in my dreams - and she was with a bunch of others dressed similarly, with light, flowing fabric scarves, and they were all doing a circle-dance that was supposed to invoke ... something. Something like the Muses, an abstract concept for good luck and creativity, etc. It ended with them down on one knee, holding the scarves up.
And about that point my alarm clock flipped on and the Exxon Valdez intruded.
* Going back and editing that bit into the sentence made me remember: in a classroom, where I was reading said book, and then finding out I had to do a presentation with three parts: I had to pick something that was paired and talk about that, then talk about what that had to do with Texas, and a third section I can't remember. So I picked the small paired kitsune figurines I bought for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kintail and nekonexus at the Inari shrine in Kyoto, and talked about them, then did something about foxes in Texas, and then the fox from an earlier dream of mine showed up and things kind of went to hell and I woke up. :D
One of the side effects, I've found, is intense, rich dreams. I found a forum online where people were complaining about dreams of severed limbs and stuff like that, but I haven't had dreams like that. Mine are more visually intense, with richer colors and more detail in costuming and location and, it seems, plot - although the problem is that waking up to an NPR story about the continuing saga of Exxon Valdez litigation tends to drive plot from your mind.
I've already forgotten what yesterday's dream held, other than trying to read a book and realizing that yes, in dreams, a book really is full of nonsense* but today's dream was set in a city that was sort of a combination of Regency-era London and a pre-Manchu era in a Chinese city.
There was a man with dark hair going by the name Li Po (which is the name of a Chinese poet, also rendered Li Bao), dressed in Regency-era clothing, who was ... I'm not sure. A jack of all trades sort of thing, I think. Part detective, part spy. He had a sidekick/partner who was a woman, also dressed in male Regency clothes, who had lighter hair that was a straight and a bit longer than her shoulderblades. She was an inventor. There were at least three parts to the dream, all kind of fuzzy now. At one point, an official dressed in rich red Chinese clothing accompanied by several other men in Chinese clothing burst into the rooms full of bits and bobs and half-built inventions the two rented above a busy street, accusing the man of something-or-other and doing a search. The two weren't very concerned about it. (Erg. And there was something vague about bento in that section.)
Another section had the man playing a chess-like game against a richly dressed woman - I'm not kidding abut the colors and clothes and sheer amount of stuff on the sets here - where he played an odd strategy of sacrificing all his pawn-like pieces, without moving any of the others, until his last move, where he moved one of the others by one square. His opponent quit the game in disgust at the point, and he pointed out it didn't matter, because he'd already won - there were no other moves she could make. The inventor sidekick had this hand-cranked box with lenses that acted as a projector and projected the game for the other people in the room to watch.
The third bit had the inventor woman in blue Regency women's clothing, and I think I was actually in her head at that point - the rest was all third-person, which is unusual in my dreams - and she was with a bunch of others dressed similarly, with light, flowing fabric scarves, and they were all doing a circle-dance that was supposed to invoke ... something. Something like the Muses, an abstract concept for good luck and creativity, etc. It ended with them down on one knee, holding the scarves up.
And about that point my alarm clock flipped on and the Exxon Valdez intruded.
* Going back and editing that bit into the sentence made me remember: in a classroom, where I was reading said book, and then finding out I had to do a presentation with three parts: I had to pick something that was paired and talk about that, then talk about what that had to do with Texas, and a third section I can't remember. So I picked the small paired kitsune figurines I bought for
kintail and nekonexus at the Inari shrine in Kyoto, and talked about them, then did something about foxes in Texas, and then the fox from an earlier dream of mine showed up and things kind of went to hell and I woke up. :D
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Reading the book was kind of cool - I was either lucid dreaming at that point, or dreaming that I was dreaming, or in some way aware of dreaming, because I decided to focus hard on the text and read it, and the words that kept swimming into focus had no relation to each other, and then I thought "Huh. That article I read somewhere about not really being able to read in dreams is true. Cool."
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But with these dreams so far, I'm tempted to take a full 100 mg on Friday night to see what happens. (The nurse did say to try the 50 mg and go to 100 if it didn't work...)