Doctors and dreams

It’s been roughly three months, time to see a doctor again. As luck would have it, I actually get along well with my GP, a good thing seeing as I’ve decided that I don’t want to go and see my psychiatrist again. We were well on the way to sending me back to my GP anyway, but after missing an appointment and giving it some thought, I’ve decided that though he’s a good enough kind of doctor, that we don’t connect on the levels necessary to form trust. I’ve been wary of doctors for a long time, but my GP has done very well since I started seeing him.
We’re bound to have an interesting conversation about meds.

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I have more than a few recurring dreams, or perhaps I shouls say recurring environments. Sometimes I won’t have dreamt about something for years, but one night, like last night, the environment and its citizens will come back, and we will all have a recolection of being there before; I quite enjoy it. Last night’s dream took place in a suburb not unlike my local area by the beach, but the dream version was alive with many more cafes and the like. The first time I ever dreamt in this particular environment, I was on some kind of scavenger hunt which ended in going out to some decking on the water, lifting a knot out of the wood and finding a little scroll of paper with a message in it. This time around, I traced the same paths, speaking to people, finding one clue after the next, then finally ending at the deck where the knot was in place, but the scroll was gone. I had many good conversations with the people who were a part of the original, cafe owners, citizens in parks, and they all remembered me.

This happens often, and I believe I’m seeing a direct reflection of the construct of my mind. Most of the time when I examine the construct, it’s through the filters and translators of my consciousness, so it’s quite interesting to be able to walk around and interact in my dreams. After years of not sleeping and not remembering my dreams, I really am enjoying it. I’ve also had more flying dreams in the last six months than I have for the last seven years; flying dreams are among my most favoured. I don’t think I’ve ever dreamt this vividly before, they are very tangible experiences, as clear as recolections of the physical world. After missing out for so long, perhaps I’m now cathing up.