Doing my head in

When I'm sick, I tend to hallucinate. With or without meds. Seriously. I am now down with the flu and conjunctivitis, courtesy of the husband. He sure loves to share.

Both my eyes are swollen and teary and uncomfortable, and I have to deal with a nose that thinks it is a running tap. In between, I catch up with work and try to rest. The reason why I don't like to lay in bed and being in the state of a daze, while dozing on and off, is because I have the weirdest dreams when I'm sick.

Like last night, I dreamt I lived in a trailer in a park. While from outside the trailer looks like a dump, it is really a mansion when you step in. Complete with expensive-looking carpets and chandeliers - and I don't even like carpets and chandeliers.

And then, in running order, I had imaginary conversations with friends whom I have not heard from for so long - you know who you are! Quick send me an email! We were chatting about how they were, their kids and life in general, over a cup of hot cocoa. Sounds nice, except then I developed wings and flew out of that place into somewhere else.

These vivid dreams do disturb me, but I only get them when I'm sick. Perhaps it's too much sleep? Perhaps it's the meds. Perhaps it's just my subconscious trying to tell me something.

I need to get well. Send me some magic dust.