Every so often I’ll go through a streak when I’ll dream
of my husband three-four nights in a row. It happened over the Labor Day
weekend. I can’t put my finger on what triggers them. Loneliness? Disasters
and tensions in the world? Hearing the lyrics of a song? Christina Perri’s, “You
put your arms around me and I’m home” did haunt me for a couple of days. In most
of the dreams I can see my husband but not talk to him. No surprise there. He’s
dead in my daytime life, but not in my dreams. He’s walking around, doing
things and I’m watching movie style. Last night was different. We were together
in a pickup truck, riding around out in the boondocks when we came upon a place where an army of bulldozers were pushing dirt around, preparing a huge building
site. For some reason we thought something secret and sinister was
going on and we had to report it. We turned around to do that and suddenly we
were being chased.
According to DreamMoods.com to dream of being chased “signifies
that you are avoiding a situation that you do not think is conquerable. It is a
metaphor for some form of insecurity…Alternatively, you may be running away
from a primal urge or fear.” Okay, the ‘avoidance’ makes sense. I just finished
updating my Emergency Care Plan book for myself and Levi and I still need to go
through my Estate Planning book to update that. I can’t believe it’s been
since 2013 when I last did it! The setting of my dream, which most dream books
say isn’t the important part, also makes sense when I remembered what I’d been
doing before I went to bed. I’d been reading a thread on a political debate
site about building codes and land use in Texas, a discussion on whether or not
people should be allowed to rebuild on flood plains---as if getting 52 inches
of rain over a few short days wouldn’t turn any place into a flood plain. Jeez!
But still, people do have a point when they say when federal money is helping
to rebuild the same houses time and time again maybe it’s time for a better
master plan. God, the world is a complicated place!
I also dreamed about my mother this past week and I
hardly ever do that. We were riding around in a car trying to find a Mexican restaurant
on a side of town I rarely ever go to. Since the action is
the important part of the dream I looked up ‘searching’ and DreamMoods said, “To
dream that you are searching for something signifies the need to find something
that is missing or needed in your life. The dream may be analogous to your
search for love, spiritual enlightenment, peace or even a solution to a
problem.” But why was I searching with my mother? DreamMoods has an answer for
that, too. (They have an answer for everything including why people dream about
M&Ms. In case you’re wondering, M&Ms represent “life's small, but sweet
rewards.” But I digress.) About seeing my mom in my dream, they said: “[it] represents
the nurturing aspect of your own character. Mothers offer shelter, comfort,
life, guidance and protection.” I’m not particularly gaga over Mexican food but
the nearest I can figure out is that part of the dream is a reference to
holding on to tradition and culture. Dream analysis might all be entertaining bull
poop but its logical, entertaining bull poop.
Change of topic: My First Mondays Brunch with the
Gathering Girls met on Tuesday this month because of the holiday. We went to
Culver’s for a change of scenery and then to an Antique & Artisan Market near-by followed by another stop for dessert. 11:30 to 3:00 on a pleasant
weather day. It doesn't get much better than that but we laughed so hard and often
at lunch it’s a wonder we did leave seven little puddles of pee in our chairs when
we left. We sure know how to play off each other’s senses of humor.
Second change of topic: I finally called the hearing doctor to
make an appointment and was shocked that I have to wait 21 days to get in to
see him. I should have called a couple of weeks ago but I honestly thought the paper-rattling
sound and clicking in my ear would go away on its own but when my ear started
kicking my hearing aid out to the point that I can’t wear it anymore I got
concerned. I tried some allergy medication and that didn’t help thus the
appointment was made. The clicking is happening less often as of a few days ago
but only after I got an odd swishing sound in my ear and a sense of air rushing
in. Did my ear drum break or do I have an over-active imagination? By the time
I get into the doctor I’ll either be completely cured or I will have an inner ear
infection and die on the living room floor because I can’t tell which way is up
and which way is down and Levi doesn’t know how to dial the phone to call
for help. Stupid dog! ©
