Dreams

As I sit here writing today's blog this morning, our dog is fast asleep at my feet, and must be dreaming of something good for her tail is wagging back and forth. I wonder what a dog dreams about. Could she be dreaming about a juicy steak or bone; maybe finally catching the cat who teasingly runs through our garden at such high speed, I doubt even a greyhound would be fast enough to catch her. Looking at her happy wagging tail, whatever she is dreaming about must be good! I seldom remember my dreams now, and wonder if this is due to the Parkinson’s medications, or does this mean I never reach that deep REM stage of sleep where dreams occur. This could well be due to the disturbed nights that most Parkinson’s patients suffer from. When I was first diagnosed with Parkinson’s I would have the most vivid terrifying dreams that were really disturbing; I could have given some very interesting ideas and material to TimBurton for one of his forthcoming dark films that he is so famous for. My neurologist advised me taking Clonex (generic name: Clonazepam) at night just before bed time, and thankfully this has dispelled these unpleasant dreams. Most mammals show signs of reaching deep sleep entering the REM stage, meaning they must dream about something. If only my dog could talk, I'm sure we’d have the most fascinating conversations, and I would learn what it is that she dreams about.