Yesterday we had a booth at a Montessori school for their fall festival. While we were setting up the booth yesterday, Doug slipped and fell on the grass. I didn’t see the fall, just saw him getting back up. He looked at me and said “Don’t say anything”. So I didn’t. That $5 I had given Madame Zelda, the evil but conservative gypsy, to put a tiny curse on him for the “pipe incident” of earlier in the week was money well spent I thought. The only thing that appeared to be hurt was his pride- which of course was all I wanted hurt anyway.
After arriving home after the event he announced that his ankle was hurting- a lot. I took a look-see. It was already swelling and turning colors. (It was obvious to me that by mistake Madame Zelda had used a $10 curse). I searched and finally found an Ace bandage, no small task here in Clutterville. So I wrapped his ankle, elevated it and gave him 4 Alleve. (I’d been told that in an acute situation that you could occasionally give someone 4 Alleve at once). After that I gave him dinner and covered him up. He was asleep before 8pm.
I awoke at 4:30am from a nightmare. I had dreamt that I had somehow been exposed to a gigantic dose of radiation. The only way that I would live is if all my blood was removed then replaced. As my blood was being drained, my skin was falling off. (I told it you it was a nightmare). All the while I had one of those huge bipap masks on. I fought like Hell to live and did live through all the treatments in my dream. The only downside when it was over was that I could no longer drive a car or have sex as much. (On the plus side, my new skin that grew had no wrinkles so I looked fabulous). In the last part of the dream, Doug left me and went off with some bimbo who could have sex all the time. I was PO’d- seriously PO’d. That’s when I woke up. I looked over at Doug and was still PO’d. Logically I knew it was a dream, but it had seemed so real. When Doug woke up later I told him about it. He said “So now I’m in trouble for something I did in a dream?”
When I was at UT, back in the dark ages, I took a course on the psychology of dreams. I wish I’d paid more attention. Maybe I did, but that was 40 years ago and the disc in my brain only holds so much. That info from that course probably got bumped by something more pressing like what time Seinfeld was going to be on for the 4th time today. Other than the bipap mask, which they had on my mom her last day, none of the dream from last night made any sense to me at all. Does everyone have such bizarre dreams? I once had a dream I was in a blimp with Nazis and we were going over the North Pole. Where does this stuff come from? Nazis? Blimps? I can’t even begin to speculate.
I just hope I don’t go back to Bizarroworld tonight. Once is enough. Today’s trivia answer- September 10, 1977.
I heard about Doug and I hope he’s doing better. I hope the swelling is gone by now. Injuries like that are always painful and slow healing. I also heard about David, the little orange tabby you rescued after the bad neighbors moved. I’m really sorry. He was a sweet kitty.
Thanks for that. Doug’s ankle is resolving- slowly. David was very sweet. I will miss him a lot. Thank God Nate came over and was able to take care of him. I just couldn’t have done that.
BoyHowdy! Could I ever give you some goodies on this one! Did ya know I studied Psych in college? And Dreams/Paranormal Psych was my ‘specialty’. So then..perhaps we’ll have to have a chat about this, eh? Just so ya know, there are no ‘bad’ dreams (except, of course, the lingering ick that you carry around until you know what they mean). But really, Miz Bodacious, it’s a GOOD dream. I promise. (let poor Doug off the hook. He has nothing to do with it!)
Later, Gator.
I wasn’t ticked at him once I was really awake. But dreams can certainly feel real though, can’t they? I’m not even sure I ever want to know why I was with Nazis in a blimp.