I woke up this morning from another migraine-induced dream, but for once, I was all to happy to have had the dream.
If you are new to this blog, or aren’t familiar with migraines, permit me this explanation. Migraines are not just bad headaches, but small seizures of the brain (and when particularly bad, the CNS) that render the brain somewhat useless. The brain gets rewired for the duration of the attack, jumbling the brain much like tipping over a file cabinet and putting the files back in a different order. Everything gets affected in varying degrees, from basic language, to factual information, and even emotions (although this occurs to a far lesser extent). This is why if you ever spend time with someone while they are suffering from a migraine, you hear them interject words that don’t work with the frame of the conversation or drop words altogether. (This is how the word “refrigerator” became such a buzz word in my family.)
I digress.
When these changes to the brain happen while you are sleeping, dreams become the canvas of temporary insanity. Imagine jumbling frames from the films of Kurosawa, Bergman, Tarantino, and throwing in a few frames of Sesame Street (or worse: Telleytubbies). The dreams are usually vivid, intense, and very surreal.
However, for once, the dream was one I’d have over and over, if I could.
The dream was a mishmash of emotions and memories from various points in my life, and I could not begin to tell you why those memories were chosen. The setting was my room about the time I was in high school, in the late 1980s. The premise was that I was expecting someone to come over so that I could teach them to use MS Word. (This makes sense, as computers were one thing I had a knack for, and I was often asked to show people how to do stuff in Word when they were only familiar with WordPerfect. In fact, I have helped my wife with this to this day.)
The second component of the dream is a little odd. As it turned out, the friend was my wife. However, where physically she was like she was when we first met, mentally she was as she is today after our having been together for so long. (This is what was somewhat confusing in retrospect: I was with my wife at two different time of her life. Basically her brain from now was in her body from when we met. If I tell you she was like Kitty in the X-Men story “Days of Future Past,” it will both help explain the situation to you, and expose my inherent geekiness.)
The third component was the one I enjoyed so much: the emotional component. The emotions I felt when I was with my wife in the dream were a combination of the emotions I experienced from various points in our relationship: the odd combination of fear, excitement, and anxiety of the moment we met, the joy felt during each reunion during the time we would see each other on weekends while I finished college, and the warmth, happiness, and contentment I feel when I am with my wife today. It was a heady, intense cocktail of emotions to feel all at once, but one I was happy to experience, even though it meant waking up in intense pain from the migraine.
I’m sure all of this seems silly and over the top, but it was nice to have a migraine induced dream that made me feel good before making me feel like crap… if you understand my meaning.
One thing it did was also confirm what I already knew: I married well. Not in the sense that I married someone who makes my life easier, but in the sense that I found someone who is the perfect yin to my yang. Or, if it’s an easier analogy, she (and lord help me for being reduced to making this quote) “completes” me. We’re coming up on our tenth anniversary, having been together for eleven years now, and of all of the major decisions I’ve made over my lifetime, marrying my wife is the best one I’ve made.
The migraine last night gave me a nice, early anniversary present, allowing me to experience all of the emotion from one of the best days of my life, the day my wife said “yes.”
And the day I got my Dream Girl.
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