Dream, Dream, Dream #SOL21

 

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Two things happened last night between waking up from my nap and going to bed:  reading Terje's post about weird dreams and talking to my cousin.

Terje shared her midnight slice and her dream about puffins and how she wrestled with her brain while trying to go back to sleep.

My cousin called me to tell on himself. He lives independently but also lives with a disability and is mostly confined to a wheelchair. He called to tell me he went for a ride with my mother. Let's just say this is not a good thing, and we have warned him not to do this. He mentioned that mom only "ran one stop sign and pulled in front of one car." (This is the hard part of loving someone with early dementia. You want them to have their independence, but you also want them and others to be safe.)

Those two events, I am sure, led to my own dream. Many times my craziest dreams happen early morning when I have awakened but have fallen back to sleep. 

I awoke this morning, looked at the clock, and refused to get up. 

And the dream began.

I was riding in the car with my mom, and she pulled out in front of someone driving a jeep. The man drove right up behind us and then quickly drove around us and pulled in front of my mom. 

She got mad and started driving erratically on the sidewalk to pass him back. I remained calm (yes, this would only happen in a dream). I asked her, "Mom, you do know you are driving on the sidewalk." while she was dodging trees and fire hydrants and people.

"Yes I do, but it's okay."

Then I woke up, shook my head, and I knew exactly what led to this strange dream.