Mixed Blessing

One of the pills I've been taking since the hospital, I don't know which, has aided the return of dreaming. I rarely dreamed for years and now I do almost every night, usually nightmarish. Last night I dreamed I had some kind of cancer that required the removal of three of my fingers. I won't go into the grim details but I was sure glad to wake up at 1:30 am. I complain about the early hours I keep these days but it's often a great relief from some messed up dream.