The Dreams are Back

There for a long time, I had no dreams.

And by dreams, I mean the weird middle-of-the-night stories the ol' brain produces, from the frightening to the silly to the mundane.

Why are they back?

I gave up caffeine for Lent.

Not necessarily gave up, but certainly but back.

I'm down from three or four cans of Diet Pepsi a day to only one with caffeine, the rest without.

I should cut it completely - the Pepsi as well as the caffeine - but that'll have to be more gradual.

I'm less jittery now. Getting better sleep. The lack of caffeine has affected my ordinary cherubic demeanor, but even that is lessening.

I'm not ready for any blimp attack drills, but it's certainly been better with less caffeine in the system. Because I like my stupid dreams.

It does mean this: I may have to go back to setting an alarm. Before I cut back on the joy juice, I slept much more lightly and was almost always up on time. Now I hit a good bout of deep sleep right around 5 am, and I have to be up by six. That's been tougher.