Showing posts with label My Nightmare. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Nightmare. Show all posts

Saturday, August 15, 2020

My Disturbing Nightmare

I was outside in a muddy, wet field.  Opening this plastic grocery bag, I glimpsed a purple crocus flower. It seemed as if the bag contained some old artificial crocus pots, but then they seemed real and I thought I must plant the bulbs soon.  It must have been something I stashed away and had forgotten about.  

I noticed fast running water going down an open ditch drain and thought someone could get sucked in and drown in that.  The next thing, I am fighting to get out of there.  I managed to pull myself out but lost a shoe in the process and I was empty handed at that time.  So my bag and garden trowel was gone, as was my phone.  I saw my other shoe down the field.  

Then I return to this massive hotel.  I see my daughter and tell her I have to get to our room where hubby was waiting.  He would not know I had lost my phone. I get annoyed with my daughter, she says she doesn't have time to help me find my room.  I said I would be fine.   I have another bag on me now, full of fattening chocolates and nice candies.  I see many of these candies on tables at the hotel and I am wondering if I can donate mine, it would be less to carry around.  I do leave them on odd tables.  I get frustrated asking several employees for help phoning hubby.  They seem unable to help, one didn't know the correct internal hotel phone code.  Then I start up the stairs.  But I coudn't find stairs to get past the 7th floor.  I turn back, starting to go downstairs again and encounter a group of performers leaving the theatre.  One guy in an orange costume coughed near me and I wondered if I would get Covid.  I leave that area and still can't get help.  I start complaining and some of the employees start trying to help me.

Finally I wake up unhappily, feeling disturbed.  I thought it must feel like this when you have dementia, where you can't find your room or remember the room number.  But I attribute this dream to the previous busy, tiring and eventful day.  On the good side, I sometimes remember my dreams these days since I started using my sleep machine!  Dreaming is important as a part of good sleep.