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.

Dreaming

I came upon this great article on 'How to turn your passions into a home business', it's nice to dream, isn't it? For many of us, it's not a practical thing to do and it entails a lot of hard work to set up and run any successful business.  It can be a great alternative if you are not quite ready to retire or would like to work from home.

We had a snowstorm yesterday.  Luckily our snowblower was working as the snow was wet and heavy.  I did about an hour of manual shovelling myself, just for the exercise.  K had a snow day, and stayed home.

Look at this small size can of coke that they are now making.  This man at the grocery store was not impressed, he thought it was taking 'cutting back' a bit too far!  I think it's a nice alternative, sometimes you don't feel like drinking a whole can.  I know the standard size cans can vary worldwide.