Saturday, September 19, 2009


So I don't have what most people would ever call "good" dreams. Sometimes they're nightmares of the wake up sweaty with your chest pounding variety, sometimes they are just strange, like Willy Wonka invaded my subconscious. I don't know if it got this way after my coma in '07, since it was a chemically-induced coma I did dream the whole time, and they were unimaginable. Terrifying. And maybe one day parts of them will fill in the pages of a best-selling novel.

It does seem like the string of "bad" dreams began after the surgery and coma. Maybe some of it has to do with the medications I'm on, but whatever it is, I don't want to lose it. I like the nightmares. What does that make me? When I wake up from a scary dream and the situation wasn't resolved I want to get back into it. No matter how bad it was. Of course, so far the dreams don't have to do with harm to my family... THAT I wouldn't want to get back to.

Oh well, just musing out loud here.


  1. Hey Steve! Glad to see you blogging... I came on just after you posted. I used to write them all down, but the more I did that, the more intense they seemed to get. I've always been obsessed with my dreams... but I got to a point where I was like... what are you doing? You want more bad dreams? So I stopped... Weird.

  2. Sometime I'll tell you all about the marathon sequence of night terrors I suffered in the coma. They were so bad my wife said there were times tears just rolled down my face. They aren't nearly that bad anymore.