Dreams I'll Never See

Or never hope to. (This is a Molly Hatchet song that was popular in the late seventies -- I think. Those years are a little foggy.) I have plagued with the most horrid dreams this week. A few days ago in an especially weird one, I was hanging out and partying up with some folks I don't know; even in the dream, I didn't know them well. We were in a rustic cabin somewhere in the middle of nowhere, and suddenly the "friends" were gone and I was left alone in their house. It wasn't really a big deal. I knew approximately where I was and found my way home. In the next part of the same dream, I was married to someone named Alex and we had just finished building a beautiful house. We were still putting on the final touches when an old friend -- who is now engaged in real life -- came in with a woman named Marissa -- not his real-life fiance's name. Marissa was kind of scabby and skanky, and my friend looked as if he'd been beaten. His face was bruised and swollen and he had stitches. I asked several times what had happened, but he didn't want to talk about it. The dream bothered me enough that I emailed him the next day to see how things were going. I haven't heard back, but he's never been a quick email responder.

Last night, I dreamt that my dear departed cat Sal had come home. I was in the kitchen near my laundry closet, and I heard a noise. I looked down and there he was, very messed up but absolutely Salvatore. As he came away from the dryer, I could see that he was in worse shape than I had thought; he had a huge hole through the middle of his body, and I could literally see his ribs and intestines. I had the vet come to the house, and he said, "Well, the boy's had a bit of a scrape, but he'll be just fine." I was dubious. I awoke shortly after that, as disturbed as you might imagine, and didn't get up for a while, but instead just stared out my bedroom window trying to figure out what was up with these awful dreams. It's rare that I don't sleep well or am bothered by nightmares, but two in three days is especially odd.

As far as something good to dream about in real life, although it is a big pain right now, I will hopefully be getting new floors before too much time passes. The mold damage from the sink leak is pretty bad, and all of my flooring will need to be pulled up. That part will happen by early next week. Putting down new flooring is another matter. I have to wait until my insurance claim is processed to do that. But it does give me something nice to think about, and it doesn't hurt to dream. Maybe I'll start picking out what I like in a few different price ranges. Until then, I'll be living on concrete. Not great, but not the worst thing ever.