The only tangible benefit of starting Interferon injections for MS was that the side effects woke me up at times of the night when I wouldn't usually wake up. That's the only thing that ever convinces me I dream at all--being awakened in the middle of one and remembering bits of it.

I remember one dream, in particular, from the period before I learned how to control the side effects. A human-sized maze, not unlike those big topiary mazes, but made of cinder block. Where you might expect an opening that would lead from crooked segment to crooked segment, there'd just be another piece of cinder block wall in the way, so that the maze was really a bunch of zig-zaggy closed-off sections.

Lots of people were making their way through this maze by vaulting over the walls at high speed as though leaping over hurdles in a track event. The walls were maybe 8 feet high; you couldn't tell what was beyond them until you'd leaped. No one was racing with anyone else, but everyone seemed to be going as fast as possible.

I was just one of these people, but I only encountered people coming the other way. No one passed me going my direction, and I passed no one.

Vaulting that last cinder block wall was the one that woke me up, because I found myself hundreds of feet in the air, over a broad ocean. There may have been an island off in the distance.

I haven't remembered another dream since I figured out what Tylenol dosage would let me sleep.

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