Last weekend, I got clomped pretty hard by the mother of all sinus infections. For the last three days, I’ve been in bed. Snug in my jammies, I’ve rested, downed several gallons of water, taken all my medicine, watched an entire season of Project Runway re-runs and been waited on by my wonderful husband. All in all, it’s been a lovely holiday — if you leave out the part about feeling absolutely putrid.
Fevers are really wonderful things. Not only are they the body’s natural defense to infection, they also make for some really wacky, vivid dreams. For example, I had one dream this morning about getting married. Yes, I married the same guy — it wasn’t a Brad Pitt fantasy. All the same people were at our wedding but somehow, we’d ended up hiring a very odd photographer. In the course of our pre-wedding photos, I kept telling the photographer about people that I wanted to be photographed with. In her infinite photographer wisdom, she must have decided I had a bad case of ”I’m a nervous bride and I don’t know what I want” syndrome because she kept inserting her own relatives into my wedding pictures, rather than using the relatives God provided for me. Interesting photo album that would have made…”And this is right before the wedding. I’m standing next to…um…ya know, I don’t have a clue who these people are! Sweetheart, is this your Great Uncle Luigi?”
I woke up wishing I could somehow harness and remember those thoughts. Can you imagine what would happen if I could draw on all that raw creative juice contained in my fever-induced dreams? I could write masterpieces! I could write drama that would touch people to their very core. I could write…wait a minute. I could write blog entries about weird dreams and relatives that are not my own. I could write things that made people wish they were safe in bed in their jammies. Ok, so maybe fever-induced creativity isn’t such a hot idea. No pun intended. I think maybe I’ll save my next entry for when I get better. A lot better.
