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And This Is Why I Now Have A Notebook Under My Pillow

I’ve been on and off nearly every sleep med out there over the past few years.  But, the thing is, I really don’t like taking them. Basically, they kick my ass & I black out for 8 hours.  To an insomniac, that seems like a great thing!  (Trust me, most of the time I think it’s fantastic!)  But, here’s what I’ve come to realize…  Dreams and sleep deprivation, while seemingly opposites, are the basis for so much creativity!  And, I think it’s one of the reasons that I’ve struggled with writer’s block for so long.  So, as a sort-of  challenge to myself , I’ve stopped taking them.  The result?  I’m writing again, but not really sleeping much.  It’s a fair trade, for now.  But, that brings me to my point!

The other night, I had a fantastic dream!  I don’t remember anything about it, other than waking up thinking it was fantastic.  And, I knew that  if I could just remember two very specific words, it would all come back to me.  It was going to make a fabulously funny blog post!  A  while later, I went back to sleep… Only to wake up again.  I could remember the first word, but the second was a little fuzzy.  So…  I stayed up a bit longer, until the word popped into my head, then eventually went back to sleep.  Wake up AGAIN (welcome to my hell)… and the second word is… gone.  Just GONE.  I remembered that it had something to do with destruction, and that it MAY have had an “h” in it…but I couldn’t come up with it at all!  Next thing I knew, it was morning.  And I had no idea what that second word was…or what it had to do with my first word…


MACAROONS and DESTRUCTION!!!  What the hell?!  I’m not even sure what macaroons are!  I mean, I think they’re cookies, but I’m not sure I’ve ever had one.  I do like the name, though.

And destruction?  I’m a middle-aged white woman!  I’m not exactly an anarchist.  (No offense to other middle-aged white women who ARE anarchists, though.  That’s cool.)  I guess, in a pinch, I could come up with a list of things I’d like to destroy.  In case you were wondering, that list would probably start with Sarah Palin, in a photo finish over Justin Bieber.

You’re also probably wondering right about now why, if those two words were SO important, I didn’t just write them down.  I’m a reasonably responsible, once-in-a-while blogger.   I carry a notebook in my purse.  I have them on my desks at work and at home.  See, I’ve been on sleep meds for so long, that I just never needed one by my bed.  There’s nothing to write down when you wake up from an 8-hour blackout!   I could be abducted by aliens after my house was the epicenter of a tornado, an earthquake, and a tsunami … and I wouldn’t be able to write about it.  That night, I wasn’t about to get out of my gigantic, warm, comfy bed to write words down on the other side of the house… When all I had to do was remember them!



January 22, 2011 - Posted by | Sleep


  1. Hah, I feel your pain with the weird dreams. I wake up some mornings all ‘Ah! I have to tell the world about my awesome life changing dream about pirates, and an island, and I was queen, and there was things!’

    Then I’ll go to the bathroom, have breakfast, and get dressed, then all I can remember is that there might have been pirates?

    It’s disappointing.

    Comment by leafprobably | January 25, 2011 | Reply

    • Well, the pirates are the important part. Pirates are like bacon & gay men…they make everything better!

      Comment by bonesysblahg | January 25, 2011 | Reply

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