09-24-2013, 08:55 AM
I'm with my mom. This is before the oxygen and the walker. We're walking out along the shed, and she's pointing out the plants there, giving me tips on how to care for them. While I'm weeding a bit, she circles around the corner of the shed. Suddenly she runs into sight and onward past another building, chased by a big black-and-white dog. I run after them. Mom has fallen. She's down on all fours. The dog has her by the ankle and is shaking her. I'm frozen, unable to get to her. I shout. I shout as loud as I can, trying to scare the dog off.
Lady Cranefly shakes me. I hear my shouts as I wake. She wants to know if I'm okay. I tell her I'm fine, just a bad dream. I lay there a while, then go back to sleep.
I'm shopping in a department store with my niece, who is mid-teens in this dream. Somehow I've become responsible for her. She's had some serious problems in the past and needs close supervision. But I'm in control, all is well. Then a clerk in the store says something nasty to my niece, perhaps accusing her of shoplifting. An altercation ensues. Before I can intercede, my niece goes running off. I give pursuit, but lose her. Outside, I look all around for her. This is bad. Very bad. Because of her past problems, it's critically important that she not be left alone for any length of time.
Suddenly I spot her across the street in a fenced-in enclosure. There's lots of other teenagers over there. I cross the street and enter the office. There are several ladies in there. I tell them my niece is in their facility, and I need to get her back. They treat me like I have no business being here and give me the runaround. They don't understand how important it is to keep my niece under close supervision. As they continue to stonewall me, I use the F word. An old lady knitting or arranging flowers looks up from where she sits. She's in charge of the facility. She orders me off the premises and calls for security. I'm furious. I shout at her--
--and wake myself up, hearing the beginnings of my shout. Fortunately, this time I don't wake Lady Cranefly.
I lay there a while, then go back to sleep.
The rest of the night is spent in peaceful slumber, except for a huge tornado that nearly sucks me out of my car, and a bunch of people running through a gate and past me, shouting, "Bear! Bear!" leaving me stuck there, unable to move.
WTF? My issues don't begin to compare to the traumas some of you are experiencing right now. Where is this stuff coming from?
Lady Cranefly shakes me. I hear my shouts as I wake. She wants to know if I'm okay. I tell her I'm fine, just a bad dream. I lay there a while, then go back to sleep.
I'm shopping in a department store with my niece, who is mid-teens in this dream. Somehow I've become responsible for her. She's had some serious problems in the past and needs close supervision. But I'm in control, all is well. Then a clerk in the store says something nasty to my niece, perhaps accusing her of shoplifting. An altercation ensues. Before I can intercede, my niece goes running off. I give pursuit, but lose her. Outside, I look all around for her. This is bad. Very bad. Because of her past problems, it's critically important that she not be left alone for any length of time.
Suddenly I spot her across the street in a fenced-in enclosure. There's lots of other teenagers over there. I cross the street and enter the office. There are several ladies in there. I tell them my niece is in their facility, and I need to get her back. They treat me like I have no business being here and give me the runaround. They don't understand how important it is to keep my niece under close supervision. As they continue to stonewall me, I use the F word. An old lady knitting or arranging flowers looks up from where she sits. She's in charge of the facility. She orders me off the premises and calls for security. I'm furious. I shout at her--
--and wake myself up, hearing the beginnings of my shout. Fortunately, this time I don't wake Lady Cranefly.
I lay there a while, then go back to sleep.
The rest of the night is spent in peaceful slumber, except for a huge tornado that nearly sucks me out of my car, and a bunch of people running through a gate and past me, shouting, "Bear! Bear!" leaving me stuck there, unable to move.
WTF? My issues don't begin to compare to the traumas some of you are experiencing right now. Where is this stuff coming from?