Mind of my Stroked Brain

My dreams are pretty weird.. i dont mean in the traditional sense...im sure everyone dreams senseless.. its weird where it plays out..  From the time ive had the stroke, no matter the weirdness of the storyline, it plays out in only in 3 places 1. My old  house, before renovation 2. my grandmothers house, and the lane near it. 3. The playground/ basketball ground in my high school Its so weird, i have lived in so many houses, in so many places, practically lived in play grounds everyday, but zilch, nada.. nothing ever figures in my stories.. all the people i ever knew feature, but only these 3 places. Also, what all i remember baffles me. So much detail it sometimes scares me. I can remember even the cobweb pattern on the metal grill of a ventilator , which you could only see from the roof.. the design and print of the old carpet incl where all it had got worn out, the list is endless... So, the memories were always there i had just forgotten how to access them. The stroke somehow rewi

The Early mornings are the hardest.... Not because i dont like the time, i used to be an early riser earlier... The problem is the dreams. In my dreams, however vague the storyline, I'm still healthy, active, normal. When i wake up, I'm still in bed like a vegetable. Reality hits me. For a brief few moments, I'm confused which is the reality and for it to sink in. My body shudders and moves violently, involuntarily.. I feel like a dog running and chasing something in its sleep, if you ve seen one.. Thats why i dont sleep again during the day, no matter how tired i am. I dread going thru the feeling again. But what i dread more is that someday I'll appear as a vegetable even in my dreams. That will be the day, i feel, the subconscious has also given up... Till then, the struggle continues..