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7:03am January 16, 2014

One of those happy ending nightmares.

I’m sitting here with an extremely snuggly Fey for the moment.  But I just had a nightmare of a type that’s extremely common for me.

In that type of nightmare, I’m very far from home and want desperately to get back home.  But whatever I try doesn’t work.  Either I drive endlessly in circles, I don’t catch my plane or the plane takes me to a different place, or whatever magic or advanced technology I’m using (depending on what exists in the world of the dream) doesn’t work.  Or else I just stumble around too sick to figure out anything, sometimes that’s sort of like being delirious except in a dream, other times that’s being too nauseated to think straight.

This particular dream was a combination of those things.  I was supposed to use a magic teleporter to get home, only I was too sick to get out of the bathroom in order to use it.  And there were other problems too, where various elements involved in the magic of the magic teleporter weren’t working properly.  (Because even magic has rules, and limits.)

I was so happy and surprised when I woke up and I was home, and in bed, and everywhere I’d been so desperately trying to get to in the dream.  Then I discovered why I was sick in the dream:  I’d overslept the phone call that tells me to take my butt pill for nausea, plus I’d slept so long I hadn’t been able to press the accordion on my g-tube drainage bag (which in practice always means lots of nausea… fortunately if I get nauseated enough it usually bleeds through into my dreams and eventually wakes me before something like an aspiration can happen first).  Plus my lungs hurt and are full of crud, which also happens quite often if I oversleep.  And I accidentally slept with my neck flopped over (happens a lot, because I sleep sitting up at all times, I never lie down for any reason ever) and now my neck hurts about as much as my lungs do.

But there’s a cat.

And I’m at home.

That’s the happy ending to the “I can’t find my way home” nightmares, always:  I always get home when I wake up.  Also, some of the nightmares involve trying to find my way home to places I don’t live anymore, or places I have never lived, or even to places where I’m not quite sure where home is, and it’s especially relieving to wake up from those – once I work out where I am.

Oh I know I haven’t been posting a lot lately, but I’ve been crocheting a lot and it’s hard to crochet and type at the same time.  I’ve noticed that the better the yarn I crochet with (especially the wool yarns), the easier it is to crochet.  I was struggling for awhile with cheap acrylic yarn and tried some wool yarn and it was so much easier.  (I have a lot of yarn people gave me when I was learning to knit, which never panned out.  It’s too easy while knitting to turn everything into a knot that you can’t get out of, and I don’t know how to “fix” it when that happens, and it got too frustrating, plus it was hard to coordinate the two needles at once as opposed to one.  I might try again someday, but right now I’m sticking with crochet.

And when I’m crocheting, it’s easier to watch movies than scroll through tumblr or type anything at all.