Dreams.

Since my mom, Grandma M started treatment for cancer I have dreamed about her a couple of times. I guess when something like this is on your mind it tends to come out in your subconscious.

The first dream occurred in the chemo room. I sat and watched  my mom light a cigarette. She took a couple of puffs and then attempted to put it out. The cigarette did not go out all the way. The smoke was swirling from the cigarette and then a nurse walked up to me and got in my face and said, “You know, you can not smoke in here?”

My response was, “It was not me! She was smoking the cigarette!” I woke up at that point.

The next dream I had last night. My mom and I were on a road trip to Salt Lake City of all places. We were supposed to meet up with relatives that I had never heard of. We arrived at the house and spent time with the wife and children. Soon after, the husband came home. He told me that he worked at a Starbucks in a grocery store. He knew that I was unemployed at this time and asked me if I would like to check out his job. I said yes.

Me, my mom and the husband went to the Starbucks. The husband showed me around and then he had me wait on a gentleman. I served him a coffee and french fries. (Yea, I do not think Starbucks serves french fries.)

I turned around and my mom was gone. I wondered where she went. The husband and I got back in the car and on the way home went drove by a big building and I asked if it was the Mormon Temple. He said it was. We arrived back at the house and I asked about my mom. The wife said she left.

My response was, “How will I get home?”

I woke up after that. Mom, you simply must get out of my head! Next, I will wake up strapped to the radiation machine. In a dream of course.

Read about the journey here.

Dream, Dream, Dream. Dream, Dream, Dream…

I had a real crazy dream last night, or actually early this morning. My dog Buddy woke me up around 4:00 to go outside. Small dog, small bladder. Anyhow, after he got done doing his business I thought about staying up and watching some news or something because I get up at 5:00 and usually have trouble going back to sleep after Buddy’s potty runs. Well, I laid back down instead and felt like I really was not asleep. You know that feeling of between being fully awake and fully asleep.

Apparently, I was asleep because I found myself smack dab in the middle of this nutty dream. It started in my house which did not look like my house. We were throwing my granddaughter a birthday party, which we did on her last birthday. So I know where the setting of this dream came from. I came downstairs, I live in a single level house, but I have always wished to live in a two story house. I look around and I see a whole lot of people in my house. I suddenly realize that I have no food. I have no idea where that came from because we have food.

Next I see my daughter, Cinderella and she is wearing a Mormon frock. You know the dress with the long sleeves and high collar. Strangely, I do not ask why she is wearing this dress. I have been watching Big Love so that might explain that. She goes on to show me a cell phone that is red and black. Next, everyone goes outside and I am the last to go outside. When I get in the backyard I see that Corvette has turned on the water and the whole yard is nothing but mud. I also see that my garden is covered with a black plastic tarp.

I see all these people walking through the muddy yard. I go up to Corvette and ask him why he turned the water on. He just looks at me with a blank look. I then see a guy with work boots that are covered with mud. I turn to Corvette and say, “Do you see all that mud on that guy’s boots?” Again, blank stare.

But here is the most horrifying part. The people start walking ALL OVER MY GARDEN. And if you have been to this blog before you know that I LOVE my garden as I post about it weekly. Anyway, I kept trying to scream, “GET OFF MY GARDEN!” But, sometimes in dreams when you try to talk or run you find you can not do it. Well, this was the case in my dream. Try as I might, I could not get the words out. Finally I did but instead of the words staying in my dream, I actually shouted them out loud. Apparently I must of been pretty loud because at that moment Lucie, my big red dog leaped off my bed and ran out of the room!

I did not lay down again because there was no way I was going back in that dream! Funny thing is I never saw Butterfly, my granddaughter and I did not know anybody there except my family.

Sorry Miss Lucie, but that is my garden and nobody walks on it. Ever.

And, I do not think the Everly Brothers had this kind of dream in mind.