As a child, I had a lot of dreams where I could float.  I’d jump high into the air and float through the clouds before slowly dropping back down to Earth.  Sometimes I could even fly.  I’d fly over fields of flowers with such a realistic feel that I sometimes swore I could smell the flowers.  I felt free and at peace when I had those dreams.  To this day, I still have dreams where I’m no longer grounded.  A couple of nights ago was one such dream, though it wasn’t pleasant.

The setting was a large, pristine kitchen with marble countertops, dark cherry cabinets, and double ovens that made me want to bake a multi-teared cake – gluten free, of course.  I was floating amongst a sea of people, a guest at a party thrown by my boss’ boss, though the man in the dream did not look a thing like my boss’ boss in real life.

The party was to celebrate some sort of accomplishment of mine, though instead of my husband being in attendance, my dad was with me.  As he mingled with other guests, my co-workers, I began to feel sick.  Nauseating pain in the upper middle abdomen made me catch my breath.  My head began to throb in rhythm with my heartbeat.  I began to lose touch with my surroundings.  I felt as if I was floating.  No, wait, I was floating.  I came to realize that the pounding headache was from continuously hitting my head on the ceiling.  I began pleading with my dad to leave the party because I just did not feel well.  He brushed me aside.  I finally asked, “I know this is going to sound crazy, but am I floating in the air?”  Just as I finished my ridiculous question, I fell to the floor.  Everyone stopped and stared.

As I awoke, I realized my head really did hurt, and so did my stomach.  I sat up and glanced at the clock on my husband’s nightstand.  It read 3:35.  I’d forgotten to set my alarm for my 2AM dose of medication.  Not wanting to continue the night with strange, vivid dreams or the side-effects from the medication,  I took the second dose and fell back asleep.  Xyrem is such a persnickity medication, but I’m happy that I don’t have as many wacky dreams when I take it properly.


  1. Larissa says:

    My dreams have really been kicking my butt lately. I don’t really see a pattern to when they occur but it is so often. It is to the point where I don’t want to go back to sleep, and when I finally do I end up waking up too late and rushing to work completely exhausted with a terrible headache. I have had dreams of my uncle that passed trying to send me a message. This was during my cataplexy stage of sleep. Like I was awake and he was standing there trying to get my attention but I couldn’t hear him. Just recently I dreamt I was with family and our house was invaded and shot up. My brother-in-law got stabbed and I woke up sobbing and couldn’t catch my breathe. I know the dream aren’t real, but they really take a toll on me and it makes the next day long, tiring and hard to function. I feel like a mess the next day at work and completely foggy.

    • admin says:

      Thanks so much for sharing, Larissa. I’m sorry you’re having a difficult time with all of the dreaming. I often say that it would be nice if those played with increased dreaming and remembering those dreams would have fewer bad dreams and more pleasant dreams. Do you take medication to suppress REM sleep at all?

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