I am a dreamer. Like the kind you have when you are sleeping, not a person whose dreams and plans are not practical or based in reality. (Well sometimes I’m that kind too but right now I am talking about the Sandman kind.)
When I dream, they are extremely vivid. I have many that are influenced by what’s going on in my life and these dreams seem very real to me. What’s scary though is last night I had a dream where I was having coffee with a friend and needed to take insulin. I dialed in my bolus and went on my merry way. Then I suddenly woke up and realized my hand was on my pump. I sat straight up and thought, “oh my god, what if I ‘slept pumped’ (like sleep walking).” I went into my history to see when the last time I bloused was. Thankfully it was 9pm the night before and not at 4am. But could you imagine!? What if I had? What if I hadn’t woken up and I had a severe low after blousing 3.5 units in my sleep?
I would say these are the things that keep me up at night but that’s a lie. These are the things that haunt my dreams apparently.