There is an apparent blood-level of medication that I tend to pass on the way up and on the way down where my dream-life becomes very active. Usually it happens when I change levels of medication, run out and skip a few more days than I should, or when I start to get attenuating effect from my current dosage. In fact it seems to be a decent barometer of when things are about to go south with my condition. Right now I'm getting used to my new higher dose and I'm still in the vivid dream stage. As a matter of fact I've been there longer than the normal couple three days, and I wonder about this. I guess we'll have to wait and see.
In the meantime, I just need to deal with the night-time strangeness. The other night I dreamt a party at my parents' house and late in the evening all the parents of these adult people at the party came to pick them up and they were all of a really advanced age. One of the people at the party was a coworker, only for some reason her name was Mavis.
Another time I had a dream about being chased through my best friend's backyard by a couple of hippopotamus'. Then there was the strange carnival where I had to play home-run derby using a tightly rolled towel as a bat, and the one where I wandered through a labyrinthine parking garage, mad at my wife because she let the car get stolen.
It's entertaining, anyway.
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