Sleep apnoeia is no fun. The risk of dying is quite obviously shit, of course. The comorbidity with snoring brings further risk (spousally induced concussion), but the massive joy killer is the constant tiredness. The first thing you notice when you get treated is the spring in your step; you are having sleep that actually refreshes. It might be a while later until you introspect about the dreams. Maybe you never remembered your dreams much, or—thanks to interrupted REM phase—you never even had any. Worse, maybe your dreams were all tinged with the psychic equivalent of gasping for breath. But gradually you realise you are now having epic, creative, extended dreams. If you concentrate you can remember them, if you practice you find you can direct your dreaming toward solving creative hurdles in your day life. By your third year on Normal Breathing™ you may discover you can make them come true. The first time you murder a public figure with your dreamsword you feel guilty, and wonder if it was just coincidence. You test yourself; you try to cause some dayworld events that are unambiguously your doing and not mere happenstance. Please. if you are, like me, reaching this level, join a support group. We need our power tempered by compassion, plus it saves on doubling up the murdering. #Tootfic #MicroFiction #PowerOnStoryToot #Title_I_have_a_Dream