That extra 100 at bedtime really helps with the cramps. But MAN, did I have a weird dream!
My first wife had died. She was working in a lumber yard and she had a forklift drop a load of 2×4′s on her. Thing is, she had already been buried when I arrived in whatever town this was to attend her memorial service.
My dead twin brother Bob was there, too. We went to the lumber yard, and HE had a bunch of 2×4′s dropped on HIM by a forklift. He survived, but had quite a headache.
Then I looked behind me and saw a forklift with a huge number of 2×4′s on it just over my head. They started to drop them and I began running for the edge of the building, thinking “these are the last moments of my life.” They just grazed me and tore my clothes a bit.
We went to, I think it was, some kind of fancy restaurant for the memorial service. Everyone’s hugging me, telling me how brave I was being and how sorry they were for my loss. There was one chubby, older lady with gray, curly hair who hugged me and I noticed she had a little heart with the word “Avon” on it on her neck. It looked like it would be a necklace, but it was implanted directly in the middle of her chubby little throat.
Then it was time to go to the cemetery. We had to wade through knee deep water to get to it. “I’m sure she won’t mind that we had to get our pants legs wet to come see her,” I said. I could see the freshly turned dirt where her grave was…
And then I woke up.
Levodopa does encourage the vivid dreams that, in and of themselves, are a part of Parkinson’s disease. Now that I’m taking one at bedtime, I image there will be a lot more of this.
That extra 100 at bedtime really helps with the cramps. But MAN, did I have a weird dream!
My first wife had died. She was working in a lumber yard and she had a forklift drop a load of 2×4′s on her. Thing is, she had already been buried when I arrived in whatever town this was to attend her memorial service.
My dead twin brother Bob was there, too. We went to the lumber yard, and HE had a bunch of 2×4′s dropped on HIM by a forklift. He survived, but had quite a headache.
Then I looked behind me and saw a forklift with a huge number of 2×4′s on it just over my head. They started to drop them and I began running for the edge of the building, thinking “these are the last moments of my life.” They just grazed me and tore my clothes a bit.
We went to, I think it was, some kind of fancy restaurant for the memorial service. Everyone’s hugging me, telling me how brave I was being and how sorry they were for my loss. There was one chubby, older lady with gray, curly hair who hugged me and I noticed she had a little heart with the word “Avon” on it on her neck. It looked like it would be a necklace, but it was implanted directly in the middle of her chubby little throat.
Then it was time to go to the cemetery. We had to wade through knee deep water to get to it. “I’m sure she won’t mind that we had to get our pants legs wet to come see her,” I said. I could see the freshly turned dirt where her grave was…
And then I woke up.
Levodopa does encourage the vivid dreams that, in and of themselves, are a part of Parkinson’s disease. Now that I’m taking one at bedtime, I image there will be a lot more of this.