I think I’m dreaming

This is what I thought to myself, couple of times when my brain was waking up after my arrest. I had these visions of me trying to get out of bed and someone was pulling me back in. What I thought was a dream was actually real. I have been told that I was a problem when I was in hospital as I was always trying to get out of bed. I had to have someone with me all the time to stop me doing this as I wasn’t well enough to do it and would of hurt myself. I didn’t really have any understanding of what was going on. It is hard to imagine what I was like then. I have spoken to my family about this and have it really wasn’t me. I can only imagine what it was like, a scene from a hospital drama. Maybe I was just thinking that it was all just a dream, unreal. Unfortunately it wasn’t a dream but I am lucky to not remember it. I have been told that I was a bit strange, a bit manic with no inhibitions. One day when my sister came to visit she could hear someone signing really loud, ‘the wheels on the bus’. I guess I was childlike. I can also remember a nurse at the hospital saying to me that I was recovering so well and when I read things about other people with the same injury this is true. When I woke up from my coma I couldn’t walk, talk or even eat solid food. To see be able to do it all now with any major problems is great. Sometimes though I do think to myself that I wish this is all still a dream and I am yet to wake up, be normal again. But when I think about it I don’t really want this, as life it OK now. Hopefully in time I can say it is great!