Weirdy Girl

I had a thought for an entry, last night.
I can see myself typing it all out, making excellent comical points. Proud of myself for the cheeky entry.

Turns out, I was dreaming... Never happened. 
I only learned that when I signed on this morning to see if any readers had commented on it. :(

That post might actually still come to life, as I can recalls bits of it still.

In the last month, I've been having very vivid dreams. The weird part is when I wake up they are more like memories of events that have already happened, I've tried to follow up on a few with friends, only to be looked at like I've grown a second head from my shoulder. The last one before last night, cracked myself up.

I dreamt that I was dreaming.  I even woke up shaking my head how random and weird it was etc.. Only to discover that I woke up from that dream... making sense? I was dreaming I was dreaming, woke up in my dream and then again for real. Two dreams in one? Okay I may not be articulating this to the best of the stories abilities, but it has left me feeling a little crazy and wondering about my own sanity.

I've always been under the impression dreams are made of fantasy and you'd have the ability to wake and clearly know it was not real.  Not random stuff of doing the dishes, making phones calls etc, just everyday stuff.  Okay before you call the psych-ward, I'm well aware how this makes me sound a little schizophrenic.

Quite a few years ago, while recovering from a bad bout (7 yrs) of insomnia, I was told by roommates at the time, Douchebag (before we dated) and The Other, that I slept walked, often.  They knew of my problems at the time and would redirect me to bed.

I'm starting to wonder if it's happening again. That these dreams, cos they are just of everyday things etc, that I'm actually doing them while I'm sleeping. Making them real, not dreams.  Hence why they feel more like a memory than a dream. Since I live alone again (no roommate ever again) I have no way of knowing unless a house guest/friend/boyfriend spending the night catches me in the act and KNOWS I'm sleeping.

I never tend to talk openly about the side effects of dealing with depression in past years.  However now that I'm in a much healthier place, mentally, physically, emotionally, I can talk about them (outside psychiatrist sessions) without feeling like a prisoner of my own mind.

If these dreams/memories continue or increase, better believe I'll be talking to my psychiatrist about it.
Could be as simple as a small lapse of depression as Xmas is coming up in a month. But it makes for some interesting dreams. lol .

In the end, I'm sure it's nothing. Just a blip. A funny one though. :)