Nyquil induced dreams…
I give in… I've finally got what everyone else has had… the plague! That’s right! I’ve got that nasty cold that’s going around. Don’t stand too close to me-- I might cough up a lung or two! I have a horrible cough! Last night at a dinner get-together I had to excuse myself from the table and retreat to the restroom for a coughing fit. And today at work I was in the middle of a phone conversation and started coughing. I threw the phone receiver to my boss and made crazy sign language signals while coughing incessantly, informing him to finish the call because I couldn’t talk. Our senior consultant at work informed me yesterday that he meant no offense to me, but he wouldn’t be coming into work today if I was still sick—because he’s scheduled to leave for England and Scotland on Monday and he doesn’t want to get sick and miss his trip. So this morning true to his word he called to see how I was feeling and made his decision about working based on my answer. I told him to stay home. I wouldn’t want to miss England and Scotland either. I’m only working through this because I have a deadline I can’t miss on Friday-- otherwise I’d be home in bed and drugged up on Nyquil!

Nyquil! That is good stuff! I love the kind of sleep I get with Nyquil! Most of the time I have trouble sleeping. I’m lucky to get 3 or 4 hours of sleep a night. But Nyquil knocks me out and I actually sleep. I have the most vivid and strange dreams while under the influence of Nyquil.

In Nyquil induced dreams… the sky is always purple. I have white feathery wings and float from one sleek silver BMW to another in a state of happy delirium.

I’m surrounded by music and rock stars sing to me phrases like: “You’re an extraordinary girl!”

My best friends: ‘Babe’, ‘Sweet’, ‘Sin’, ‘Kitty’ and ‘Dude’ are always there in my dreams…

Once I dreamed that ‘Kitty’ in a fit of wild sarcasm gone wrong-- killed her husband. It was so real, the next day I called to see if Kitty was in jail. She laughed and said: “Not yet!”

I’ve had dreams where ‘Dude’ lectured me incessantly about not writing enough. I hear his voice over and over again in my head: “When are you going to finish your God damn book?! Don’t you know you’re not writing fast enough? Write damn it! Write!”

To which I hang my head low and reply: “I know… I know.”

Billy Crystal in Throw Mama from the Train points his finger at me and yells: “A writer writes, always!”

To which I hang my head low and reply: “I know… I know.”

‘Babe’s’ real life adventures rival my Nyquil dreams… Indeed! I just spin round and round as if in a New York crazed spinning class gone mad and try to keep up with her wild tales.

I hear ‘Sweet’s’ laughter and shocked exclamations ringing in my ears because I occasionally say the word: “Fuck.”

And ‘Sin’… need I say more? Her name says it all.

In Nyquil induced dreams… Johnny Depp is my boyfriend. And yes, I’m having his baby! He leaves that French model buys a castle, Tinkerbell sprinkles fairy dust on us and poof-- we’re married! We live happily fuckily ever after! It’s a Disney fairytale come true. He’s a pirate after all…  posted by Matildakay at 11:31 PM