Increasingly, I’ve begun to notice my dreams.
Throughout my life dreams have been fleeting remembrances, exploding into fragments as I stumbled into consciousness. But I remember that in those dreams, the dialogue read like a screenplay (even if the action is surreal).
Courtesy: Jack Unruh
Now, with aphasia a by-product of the stroke, I’ve started talking as though I do in real life. I have to tell people in my dreams: “I’ve had a stroke, which affects the way I speak.” (I don’t into delve into the meaning of aphasia – my dreams are not educational)
Now in my dreams, I have to tell people why I speak funny.
Which is funny. The effect of the stroke is evident even in my imagination, and I find that I can no longer be a hero in my own mind.
Hi Lou – Long time, love the title of your post. I barely dream anymore. If I do and remember them it’s rare. It was a dream that persuaded me to start blogging
Great to see you back writing Louis. And a happy thanksgiving to you and your family.
Your pal, Guy