They live inside in my head ~ Cheap Trick
A few weeks ago a fellow blogger asked his readership
Do you remember your dreams?
I wish I could remember who he was in order to pingback and credit but I only commented instead of Like so I cannot find his original post. If he happens to see this then shout out as I would love to recognize you.
My answer was “Ever since I started airing my subconscious through blogging, I quit dreaming. If I do dream, I don’t remember”
Then yesterday Lulu got the all clear. Her doctor said she’d see her in a year for routine annual checkup. Of course if something feels off she shouldn’t wait and should to go back right away. But basically she’s ok to proceed with life as she knew it.
I remember life as she knew it. I don’t want to go back there. I want her to move forward. All of a sudden I’m panicking. She’ll be leaving us again.
I really had no idea how much I was repressing my worry. Sure, I let a few things slip out. Don’t laugh. Ok laugh. I let everything hang out. This is me cycling:
Blab, blab, blab – feel better!
Rinse and repeat π³
And the undercurrent of worry was always there. After her appointment I felt sweet relief. I also could not come up with a coherent thought to blog our good news.
Last night, I put all my devices away.
I even took my glasses off so I could not see to read.
I was forced to just sit in my feelings until I went to bed.
Billy Bob’s alarm goes off at 5 AM each workday and my alarm does not go off until 6. Alarm is on my side of the bed. Uh duh! I control time and space π. π
This morning when I turned off the 5 AM alarm, I fell back into a very deep sleep and I had a dream. A weird dream.
Red altar server robes and coffins. A woman refusing to participate saying incense and holy water were sacrilege. Telling me I’m going to hell. I’ve served Mass for a few funerals in my day and incense and holy water are part of the service.
In the dream, I’m trying to explain the ritual when the sprinkling of holy water becomes a deluge. Water is rushing and we’re being soaked as the priest now throws water on us. I feel like I’m drowning.
Then I hear an escalating beep! beep! beep!
My alarm blasts! As I come to, my pillow is wet! … from my own drooling. I haven’t slept that good since before we had kids.
I’m hoping to rinse and repeat. I want to sleep like that every night for the rest of my life. Sans any weird dreams.
As always more to come.
Yaaa! for the all clear with Lulu and you got some sleep. I would interpret that dram for you if you want? Just kidding I don’t know how LOL
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Maybe that I need another baptism? I am feeling really guilty about something … just can’t quite put my finger on it
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Hmmmmm wonders what could be making you feel guilty. Asking God to reveal it to you π
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Me too. Part of my daily prayers.
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That’s the best way, talking to God about it. I know, I use to feel guilty or worry was always a big one for me too. Then it came to me that I was always feeling like that because it was a habit to do so. I was so use to those two feelings that no matter what, I still reverted back to feelings of guilt or worry, even when there was nothing causing it.
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I’m glad that she got the all clear, you were in my thoughts yesterday so I’m happy to hear it’s good news! ππππππ ^_^
As for the dream… I’m glad you got some good sleep, lol! Dreams are weird. I tend to dream a lot but also I sleep badly. I generally remember them all. Particularly the messed up ones. My last dream was about me messaging Bob and him messaging me back. Clearly, my subconscious hates me. π
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Oh my! Bob! That made me laugh out loud
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