Always, I've been interested in dreams. Lately, I haven't been remembering them. Quite possibly because I haven't been sleeping long enough.
Last night was the second night in a row that I have had deep, Deep, DEEP bothersome dreams with an extreme amount of detail. The kind in which I am hearing multiple conversations and understanding all of them.
In last nights dream I was given a bag full of scraps with the instructions to make it into a rag doll. Included in the bag was an old worn quilt that I could not have cut up at knife point. It was such a dilemma.
So, I left the room I was in and made an attempt to find someone with whom I could talk. What I found were a group of people who had been given old shoe boxes and told to make them into dioramas.
As I got closer, I noticed that all of the shoe boxes contained an odd assortment of my mother's pills. There were children working on these dioramas and I could not pull boxes away from them fast enough, all while screaming to drop everything immediately.
Yet, even during this, I could still hear and understand all of the other conversations.
The pills in the dream WERE actual pills of my mother's. The correct size and color, even. Some were still in the sample blister packs the doctor had given us.
Scrambling in a harried sort of way, I stood with a fast beating heart over a trash can, and thought that I could not dispose of them in that way. Next I found myself standing over a toilet while remembering how flushed drugs still get into the water supply.
I could not think of anything to do with them.
Yet, I felt worse about not being able to finish my rag doll because I could not bring myself to cut apart an old worn out quilt.
All of the conversations were still going on around me, and I was still able to hear and understand everything that was being said, even though it was all being said at the same time.
(i am really tired.)
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How stressful. Hope you sleep well, and without dreams, tonight.
Are you concerned about your mom's meds? I have had to make requests, and ask questions about my mom's meds on numerous occasions.
When I heard about a new Alzheimer's medication, (Memantine) I called the doctor to ask if she could try it. It did seem to help. She has had Alzheimer's for too many years to think about, (20) but is content, and converses. I sometimes think it is harder on family than on the patient. They get to the point where living in the past is "normal". The other day, my mom said, "I'm an old woman who lives in the past". I thought that was pretty astute!
Ugh. I hear you. I've had so much on my mind and I have been having the weirdest dreams myself, waking up hot and sweaty and yucky. I dreamt the other nite I died and yet, even dead, I was talking to all the paramedics on the side of the road...I'd fallen off a bike that must've been going about 100 mph and I skidded on my side for what seemed a mile, feeling my body peel apart all along the way. Now, how weird is THAT?! Yesterday was Dylan's last day 'til d-i-l's maternity leave is over...I am SO lost. I can't believe how quiet this house is. Changes, eh? I believe my surgery is April 7th. Cooper will be induced or taken by c-section April 2nd. Lots and lots going on, Judy. Pray for me.
I think you may need to resume thrift store shopping...full speed ahead. Time to add a little mindless leisure to a life that is filled to the brim with serious thought. It may not seem that way, but our bodies tell us otherwise!
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