I woke up at 2am. Just randomly woke up. I wasn’t sure why. In fact, I laid there in bed wondering what woke me up. I drifted back to sleep into crazy dreams.
I was in an office building downtown. There were five elevators in this brand new modern building. And they were screwing up. Up or down things weren’t working right. After waiting and waiting and waiting, I finally got onto one. I hit the floor number I needed to get off on, and it would not go to that floor. It went a floor below it, then four floors above it. I kept getting more and more frustrated. Why couldn’t it get to the right floor?? It drove me nuts.
I woke up finding it funny that what I wanted was not happening. Where I needed to go wasn’t happening. I was at the mercy of something out of my control and it was fucking with me.
I drifted back to sleep to another dream.
We were headed downtown to fix a problem. On our way, we got side tracked. We needed something and ended up going to a place that didn’t make sense with where we needed to go. Others were convinced it was the right path. I was not. It was non-linear. The logic being presented did not follow. And no one was listening to me. I was left following along and getting frustrated. What the fuck was their problem.
And that frustration was where I woke up.
The next dream was just as crazy. I was trying to fix a problem. I had tried to get the issue resolved but people kept getting in the middle of it with illogical and irrational opinions. It was like it outweighed what needed to happen. Egos and attitudes were getting in the way. Finally, I pushed them out of the way and tried to get it dealt with. In the end, it didn’t matter. The issue continued. I got no where. And I left annoyed at it all.
These were the dream I had over the course of four hours. The theme isn’t hard to guess. It doesn’t take someone with dream interpretation experience to figure it out. And when I woke up, I got a message from my brother: “did you get a call from dad at 2am?”
Mom was taken to the hospital at 2am via ambulance. She woke up, went to the bathroom, passed out twice, came out to get my dad up, and passed out in his arms. He told me it freaked him out. She passed out, and he caught her – eyes open – unresponsive and light as a feather. He thought she was gone. He called 911 as he tried to revive her.
She was dehydrated – again. Sunday she spent almost 12 hrs in the hospital getting rehydrated and electrolyte levels ups. Monday she sounded 100x better. She was eating and drinking and didn’t have any issues. Then she passes out three times and is admitted for dehydration again. It doesn’t make sense.
Thankfully the docs in the hospital decided something else was going on – not what was diagnosed. They have been rehydrating her all day – getting her potassium levels back to normal – that took 14hrs to get it right. And they are keeping her overnight. She is stable. But they still don’t know anything.
My mom was hoping to get back to her mom’s funeral, but that is out the window now. Her siblings are telling her to stay here and get well. Not that we were going to let her go.
I am emotionally and mentally tired. It has been along eight days. As I told G, this is the worst week of my life. He agreed. I don’t want to think it can’t get worse because, well, it can get worse. I just want it to get better. I want it to improve. I want life to start looking up.
I need a laugh. I need things to stop going downhill.
I need better dreams.