| No wonder I'm always exhausted when I wake up -- it isn't FMS and lack of "stage 4" sleep, but that I'm so busy and stressed in my "dreams"!!! Timothy Hull is promoting earth day at Chinook today, lots of great musical entertainment etc. and I had planned on gathering enough energy to go today -- it started at 1:00PM. Well, apparently, it wasn't meant to be. I awoke from a busy evening of "sleep" at about 2:15PM and had to shake off my night activities.
{insert wavy lines here as I go into dream mode}
Seems like I had apparently tried to make it to the festival, but as I got out of my Jeep, and closer to where the musicians were playing, my eyes started to burn and close up and squint, and it kept getting darker and fuzzier and more painful.I walked into this white brick enclosure, where the concert was being held, and saw Jim Page on my right, and Tim off on the left of center, and the bleachers were on my left -- my camera was hanging from my neck per usual. I grabbed my camera and tried to snap a shot of "Jim", though hazy painful eyes, but when I looked through the viewfinder, I realized it was actually Timothy after all, and he was only a foot away from me -- I was practically on top of him, no wonder the people on the bleachers to my left had been murmuring...damn! So I backed off and tried to fire off a shot, but could not see for the pain and squints, brigh lights? and the ever darkening vision. Finally, Tim approached me and asked what was happening, did I get any photos etc. and I said, help me, please call my Dad, I'm think I'm going blind. Tim did. Then (as things happen in dreams) I found myself in an underground garage, near my Fiat Spider (I haven't had that lemon...er car for years!) and Dad drives in, sporting a suit (that he used to wear to work) and in his very old Delta 88 (metalic pale olive green and also from eons ago -- not even the same vintage as when I had my Fiat) and stops near me. I remember feeling his confusion and disappointment mixed with my failure and then slowly my eyes started to clear a little bit and feel a little less pain...and then abrubptly {insert wavy lines here as I exit dream mode}
it's "awake" time...and I check the clock and it's 2:15PM and I'm too late to get dressed and go to Chinook.Wierd. Did I mention that I lost my Dad in 1999 to complications with his lungs and Melanoma? It was "Good Friday", April 2nd...and I guess my "dream" had a lot to do with the anniversary of same, not wanting to see the truth of it, and again, my illness messing up a perfectly potentially good day over at Chinook. I miss my Dad horribly -- as I have said before, he was my rock, my hero, my compass --and, as Anne of Green Gables is want to say, "I'm in the depths of despair."
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