Apparently one of the potential side effects for the heart drug are nightmares. I'm not having those, thank goodness, but I am having very vivid dreams. The kind where you wake up and wonder . . .
Last night I had one about a hole in a tooth. I think my subconscience is trying to tell me to be a better flosser.
In another mom was talking with some folks we haven't seen in a while. I think that one came from seeing that the owner of a once popular restaurant died. They were from Mexico and that was their favorite place to eat in town.
There are many each night and they are so vivid. Doesn't seem to translate well here. I'm just glad they are not nightmares.