Before we begin, I should note that I use the generic version of Klonopin, but it’s easier to fit the brand name into a headline than writing clonezapam.

That being said…

My nights have vastly improved since my neurologist prescribed clonezapam for my REM sleep behavior problem. No more shouting at night. No more punching or kicking the walls. And I generally feel more rested when I get up in the morning.

It hasn’t done anything about the vivid dreaming that comes with Parkinson’s disease, but at least I’m not acting them out any more.

Had a doozy this morning right before I got up.

My dead twin brother and I were in Japan together. It was his first visit, and I was showing him all the high points of Yokosuka — the town I lived in for 18 months back in the 80s. We hit all the bars, browsed all the stores, dined at a restaurant and went walking down the streets. At one point, I recognized that we were in my old neighborhood, near the house that my ex-wife Janina and I rented in 1984-85. I wanted to show it to Bob and get a photo of it. (Side note — I once DID actually find the house using Google Earth, which is a neat program, but has nothing to do with this dream, although I did mention to Bob in the dream that I had found the house once on Google Earth…)

But as we looked for it, I saw that we were actually on the EAST side of the Kanagawa peninsula, and our old house was on the west side, so we gave up looking for it. Bob saw some birds down on the beach and went down to give them some bird seed. Some ate the seed, others made a big deal of spitting it out in disgust.

We went back to our walking and Bob mentioned that he had tickets to fly home that evening. I mentioned that I did, too, although we were both flying United Airlines, we had different flights. We found ourselves in a residential neighborhood as it grew dark, and Bob was afraid to walk into it until I told him that street crime is practically unheard of in Japan.

Then I woke up.

Shiloh, being bored, had barked and that got Gail up. So I went out and sent her back to bed. Now I’m making coffee, sipping cappuccino, and writing this.

See how my life is?