TISMY dream edition

My turn with the crazy dream. Though, my dream is super easy to decipher. Background: On Sunday my dog park friend said something weird like “Why don’t you just let him get infected already?” knowing that is a death sentence for him. It was quite shocking to hear that since I’ve spent forever but especially the last three years in protective mode. But what I said to her was “I’m not particularly interested in seeing how I’d fare with a Covid infection either.” Not sure I could live that level of cold heartedness . You know?

Then yesterday out of desperation I had to use the porta-potty at the dog park. (YUCK) So I put on the mask I keep in my park bag (the one with the dog treats and poop bags) and then I tucked it into my jacket pocket- not my bag and realized in the car. I made a mental note to replace it in my bag.

Okay. Here is the dream: Last night I dreamed that I walked into a big school auditorium with the husband. He was walking without his walker but stiff like Frankenstein’s monster and not really responding to my voice. I had to steer him physically, which is what I have to do at night when he can’t remember which way to go to the bed or bathroom. At first it wasn’t crowded at all but then people (who, I noted were all about our age and I wondered if this was a school function except in the dream I knew our kids were grown) started literally flooding in- quickly. We were looking for a seat and he was being particular about the choice. The people got between us and then he couldn’t hear me shouting to him and then I realized that no one was wearing a mask, including us, and I began to feel panicked and went searching through my purse looking for our masks and realized our masks were in the car. (See above) I looked around and there wasn’t a single mask wearer in the auditorium which was now bursting with people and conversation and he was getting farther and farther from me and disappearing into the crowd and then I kind of gave up and thought to myself “Okay, here it comes. I hope I get a mild case” (also, see above) and I didn’t know if he was able to find a seat and I assumed he was sitting surrounded by people who didn’t know he was “off” and I was trying to figure out if I should just take a seat and try to find him afterwards or if I should shout loud enough to silence the auditorium (so much confidence in my ability here) and alert the crowd to our situation and I may have even practiced how to effectively shout loudly in my sleep because I was dreaming that and then I woke up with this dark feeling like I had finally given up and lost the battle.

Fast forward to right now and Josh just shared with me that it’s upsetting to see how much worse his father is than how he seemed over Christmas break.

Kind of a sad day over here