Aunt Sarah - What are you trying to tell me?

I was driving along. Dave and I saw a nursing home. We wanted to try to find our friend, Pat, so we stopped to see if he was there. We walked around the outside, looking for the front door. There was one spot completely filled with cigarette butts - it was where the nurses took their smoke break (I always find it amusing that someone in the healthcare industry smokes). It was disgusting, the amount of butts there - like they didn't have an ashtray or garbage can. Anyway, we were looking on the chart for Pat's name, but we knew he was staying their under an assumed name for anonimity. While looking for him we came across my Aunt. We went to see her. She had to deliver something to some friends of hers in the building. She had a bit of alzheimer's (Note: in reality, my Baubie had the alzheimer's, my Aunt was just really old.) Dennis showed up. He was wearing silver spandex running pants that said 61 of 62 - 2nd to last. He ran a marathon and he came in 2nd to last. He didn't think it was that bad because at least he wasn't last. He was showing off his pants in front of the nursing home.

I remember riding the elevator to different floors. The corridors were made of a dark wood so it was dark in the nursing home, but warm at the same time (and not because of the heat, but because of the wood).

So, Aunt Sarah - that's three dreams in almost as many nights now. What are you trying to tell me?

Waterslides and work

The dream starts off at a garage sale I am having with my aunt's possessions.

Then it goes to a work function. We're on a waterslide. I think G is with me. You can't see what's ahead of you at all. You think it's going to be this gentle waterslide but then it turns into one of those real deep drops that makes your stomach go the opposite direction of the rest of your body. I know I was walking around a building, but there weren't too many other people around.

Death

I was at the funeral of all of my grandparents. They were cremated. The box for my Grandma and Grandpa almost looked like it read "Robin" but it was Rob or Bobbi - grandma (In reality - my grandma's name was Shirley) and the Morris made it look like "in." I couldn't find the box for my Baubie and Zadie. I went back to look but I couldn't find it anywhere. There were a lot of people I knew there even though it was on to the next funeral. I looked at the cremation box and the name was Jeff Shiner. I don't know if in real life I know anyone by that name but in my dream I did. It was someone at my old law firm and everyone was there. I was looking around for my grandparents' box but I couldn't find any managemen who worked at the funeral home, only deli workers - there were tons of them that kept getting the food prepared all day for everyone at the funerals.

Back at the house I was going through all the things my mom had taken from their house. All my Aunt's old stuff. She had a present I had made for her still. It was wrapped in paper but then some fabric circles glued on top to make it pretty. In the box were old cupcakes I had made of Disney characters. I couldn't even remember how old they were but they were at least 5-10 years old, and some people started eating them.

Birthdays

Don't remember too much from last night, but I do remember a birthday cake.

Pregnant Jamie Lynn Speaks Out

Oh the state of the world today....

Friday Night's Dream - G and Work

It was MLK Day (at least in was in my dream). G needed me to spend time with him so we went to a school that had a class going on in Shaker Heights. We were hanging out. I was trying to get more information about the program. I saw some people voting for veterans. They took a piece of paper and made it in the shape of a v and then stamped the end in ink to vote. I was driving down a hill. Then I was walking up an apartment building with my bicycle. The halls were narrow but I was carrying the bicycle like it was nothing at all. I realized that I was supposed to have been at work but had completely forgotten about it. I asked to use someone's phone and I tried calling SB but the numbers weren't working. I was down the hall in a room that had a lot of laundry in it. Then PMG was there and we were all having a meeting at a conference table.

Map Dot Fingerprint Dystrophy

So I know I dreamed last night, but I can't remember what I dreamt. Ever since Little One was born - 19 months ago - I've had what was first diagnosed as "dry eyes." After a year of dry eyes and then the most severe eye pain I've ever experienced, I was then diagnosed with Map Dot Fingerprint Dystrophy. It's called so because the lesions on my cornea looks like a map made of small fingerprints. I usually have an "episode" (for lack of a better word) when I wake up in the morning. Recently, though, the fear of an episode has been waking me in the middle of tdhe night, near morning.

An episode consists of blinding pain in my eye where it can't open but it hurts to stay shut. Light is painful. My eye looks like a big, red tomato and it lasts until my eye can heal itself - approximately 24 hours.

Last night I had an episode at 2:30 a.m. I don't know why but I had jerked my eyes open last night and I'm pretty sure it was the result of a dream but the pain overrode any dream memory I may have had.

"Complications of Map-dot-fingerprint Dystrophy?
In some cases, epithelial erosion may occur. Epithelial erosion can expose the nerves lining the cornea, causing severe pain. The cornea's normal curvature may be altered causing astigmatism and nearsightedness
As the cornea is altered, vision may be blurry and accompanied by:
Moderate to severe pain. The pain will be worse on awakening in the morning.
Increase sensitivity to light
Excessive tearing
A feeling that something is in your eye
Can Map-dot-fingerprint Dystrophy be Treated?
Yes. Treatment may include an eye patch, eye drops, and ointments."

Well, as the above information states, this can be treated. However, since I've been having episodes about once a month, I have a feeling my treatment isn't working. I think it's worse now because of the winter, but if these last much longer I might lose my mental sanity. Imagine pepper spray in your eye, but even worse, more often and completely uncontrollable.

A New Birth

I went to the hospital last night. I had to ride a very strange wooden elevator that went in a semi-circle to get to the 9th floor (I wonder what the number means). I was in the OB wing and I was pregnant. I hadn't told Dave I was coming to the hospital because I didn't want to wake him. I was told to wait a bit to make sure I was in labor. There was a staff meeting going on so I lied down and waited while they talked. It was strange on both sides to be in the same room while the meeting was going on. It turned out I had paint on my face, black paint, and one doctor finally noticed and was concerned. We washed it off. He decided I wasn't in labor and sent me home. The elevator went to the wrong place. It went to the hospital kitchen. There was a lot of hustle and bustle. Everyone was doing something and I couldn't just take the elevator to the first floor because I wouldn't be able to find my car from there. I had to get back to where my car was parked.

In walks the Roloff family, but I called them the Fooses instead, which is a different little people family. I was embarrassed that I couldn't remember their names. We walked onto a balcony and I remember thinking that my stomach wasn't like it should be being 9 months pregnant. I was walking to the elevator when I realized I was having the baby. I tried to call out to the kitchen staff but I couldn't find my voice. The baby came out - clean as a whistle, like in the movies. The staff noticed and the baby was blond with a very little mouth and a cute smile. It was a boy. I called Dave to let him know, but woke up instead.

Tattoos

I was racing a car. Then I was trying to download pictures but someone else was worried about corruption. I was using a thumbdrive so I wasn't worried. I was in a school as a guest. The tattoos I had were upsetting everyone. I was waiting in a car line to be picked up.

We Love You Rob

9/72 - 12/30/07

We'll miss you

Change

I know I haven't blogged in a while. It's been a while since I've dreamt. I've been sick and that can usually keep a good dream down. Before Christmas I dreamed a very strange dream that I never blogged. It was long and involved and ended up with a little boy that I know dying. Well, in Tarot reading, death can mean change. It turns out this little boy's parents are separating and we're going to be driving him to school. I knew he would be in our lives from this dream, and I guess this is how it manifested.