I know, I know, dreams are only interesting to the people who have them, so I won’t burden you with the details of my bizarre one last night. I’m just excited that I actually had one that I could remember in the morning.
It’s probably safe to say that drugs and/or alcohol can alter your sleep quality (and quantity), which explains why lately I’ve been able to remember my dreams again. For a while, I had a nasty habit of self-medicating any perceived problems with joints, but I’ve realized that smoking weed just amplifies my emotions. After recent crazyness in my personal life, I’ve laid off the green, and I think it’s probably for the better.
Not only are my oddball dreams back in full force, but my memory is better and so are my conversational skills. And I’m not devouring the entire contents of my fridge anymore which, hey, isn’t bad at all.
Don’t you hate it when those obnoxious people who preach healthy living like it’s some kind of cult are RIGHT?
