Sunday, February 12, 2017

The Game of Love

Mis amigos y yo fuimos a San Francisco el verano pasado. My friends told me that I snored SUPER loud(not the first time I've been told this). So my friend talked to me and told me I needed to see a doctor. I went and sure enough, he diagnosed me with sleep apnea.

Sleep apnea is a condition where you stop breathing while you sleep. Kaiser had me take home a CPAP machine to measure whether or not I had sleep apnea. So I took it home and tried it out. You wear this mask thing that keeps a breathing apparatus on your nose. I brought the machine back and they measured the results. They told me that the machine measures how often you stop breathing per hour, with "not breathing" being defined as an event of not breathing for 10 seconds. They said that <5 15="" 5="" 95="" about="" and="" anything="" apnea.="" apnea="" between="" br="" crazy="" doctor="" don="" events="" fine="" got="" had="" have="" having="" hour.="" hour="" how="" i="" is="" mild="" more="" my="" per="" proceed.="" results="" should="" sleep="" t="" talk="" than="" that="" they="" to="" you="" your="">
So they gave me a CPAP machine to take home and I wear it to sleep every night now. I guess while you're awake, your muscles keep your airway open. When you go to sleep, those muscles relax and no longer keep your airway open. Since my muscles weren't keeping my airway open, the CPAP machine does it for me.

What's crazy is that before having this CPAP machine, I just wouldn't have dreams. I guess I should say that I didn't remember my dreams. Apparently everyone has dreams, it's just that some people don't remember having them. So now that I have a CPAP machine, my sleep has gotten much better and I feel much more rested every day. One of the results of that is that finally start to remember my dreams now. 

Last night, I had a dream that mi familia y yo went to the Philippines for a family reunion. We actually are going this coming December, but that's neither here nor there. So we went on an airplane and it feels like we're about halfway there, when the plane starts nosediving. I've been in crazy turbulence, so I wasn't freaking out all that bad. I figured the pilot would finally get the plane under control and things would be all right. Well things didn't get better and we continued to nosedive. I started counting in eights, which is what I normally do when I'm nervous. So I start counting 8, 16, 24, 32, and on and on. The tv screens on the plane start flashing and telling us to brace for impact. EVERYONE'S screaming at this point. For whatever reason, I was just bracing and counting in eights, not interested in freaking out. My counting gets to 112 before the plane FINALLY corrects and we get back to a regular glide. As an aside, I'm curious how long a plane at normal cruising altitude could stay in a nosedive before finally crashing to earth. At any rate, I look out the window, and we're DANGEROUSLY low. We're maybe a couple hundred feet above the water and we're not getting any higher. The plane is slowly losing altitude, but gliding. Thankfully we see land and for some reason we aren't able to get the landing gear out, so we have to crash land. Thankfully the pilot gets us there safe and no one dies. We get out, thank the pilot, and go on our merry way, lol. 

We got to our little town in the Philippines and go to the market. For some reason, there's like SQUADS of police in military gear, walking around with rifles. It looks like some dystopian shit. My sister's boyfriend is Mexican and so he stands out a little bit in our Filipino town. We sat down to eat at a cheap restaurant and the police came and surrounded us. Some shit was definitely about to go down, when I woke up.

I say all that to say this: having dreams after years of not having any dreams is CRAZY. It all feels so real. I'm on the fence about whether or not dreams signify anything, but if they do, then what did this dream signify? Why was I so calm when the plane was in a nosedive? Am I just a cold-blooded motherfucker(lol)? Am I freaking suicidal?

Whatever the case, I'm so glad to have dreams again.

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