I am very sensitive to chemicals. Spicy Indian food and “sleep aids” such as valerian tend to induce nightmares in me. I know, I know, so that pretty much negates the soporific effect—at least if the dream ends up being intense enough that I wake up feeling angst-ridden, having spent the night attempting to surmount seemingly insurmountable challenges of one sort or another. Usually they involve some sort of logical quandary, but sometimes they achieve heinous heights as well…
Perhaps I should stick to straight-up chamomile, as I found that even lemon myrtle induced a nightmare in me last night. Nonetheless, I tossed caution to the wind this evening and drank two glasses of Sleepy Me while watching Clouzot’s Le Corbeau, from 1942. If you have not watched it, I highly recommend it. In fact, even if you have watched it, I highly recommend that you watch it again!
Lots of teas smell much, much better in the dried form than when finally brewed. Sleepy Me is exactly the opposite: the scent of the brewed golden liquor is much better than that of the filter bags, which offer a double hit of stinky stuff: both valerian and hops! I am feeling a bit drowsy, so at least I should doze off before 4:15am, which was last night’s bed time… There is also lavender in this brew, along with the obligatory chamomile. But the extras, the hops and the valerian, are nearly guaranteed to induce both sleep and nightmares in me.
Hopefully I’ll remember in the middle of whatever my dream ends up being that it’s only a dream. Has that ever happened to you?
Flavors: Flowers, Lavender