Champagne wishes and Nicotine dreams
So, I’ve been quitting smoking for the last several days. It’s been mostly OK, except for my brain telling me it’s time to go have a cigarette every five minutes — that’s kind of distracting. But as far as the withdrawal goes, it’s been pretty light, probably because I’m using the patch.
Something interesting has come out of the patch, though — it’s seriously been messing with my dreams. I know it’s because my brain isn’t used to getting nicotine while I’m asleep, and it’s kind of freaking out because the drug is time-released and I put the patch on at midnight.
Normally, though, even when my dreams are weird, they make some sense. They follow a logical progression. Example: I’m on a team with Navy SEALS, and we have to go take down a building. Makes sense.
Last night: Film director Edgar Wright was trying to demonstrate for some sort of tabloid TV show a pair of Nikes that allowed him to walk up the side of a cliff. He couldn’t get them to work properly. That was it — that was the whole dream. I have no idea where I was during that dream. I don’t think I was in it at all.
So, what about you, folks? Do your dreams normally make sense? Do you, as I do, sometimes use them to inspire stories?