I was up a lot last night. I have a bladder infection and it was driving me crazy. In fact, it hit me right before I got in bed- the nagging urge and stinging pain- and everything went downhill from there. I had to get up in the middle of the night, so I came to my computer and checked things out. I couldn't believe people were posting things on FB at one and two o'clock in the morning. Once upon a time I stayed up late, but becoming a mother squelched that desire. I need my sleep.
When I finally returned to bed and was able to fall asleep, I had a crazy dream. I'd like to share it with you because I find it so fascinating how our brain works. Mine is like a food processor. It takes a little bit of this and a little bit of that and then mixes it all together to form weird concoctions, or dreams.
In my dream, I am inside a school I've never seen before. It is close to the end of the day, and I am in so much pain I can't stand it. I find the nurse's office and tell her about my urinary tract infection. She makes me climb onto the same kind of examining table you'd find at a gynecologist's office and place my feet in the stirrups (suddenly I was in one of those blue gowns). All the while, sick kids are sitting around with thermometers in their mouths. Suddenly a big old grouchy man wearing a doctor's coat and stethoscope appears from nowhere. He proceeds to examine me while giving me a lecture about... who knows what? I finally get the meds I need as my kids walk in. We leave the school building and I discover that we are in Galveston. We are going to meet Pete at an office-related function on the Strand.
Around us all hell is breaking loose. Sirens are blaring, firetrucks honking, and people running the streets in utter panic. Somehow the kids and I make our way to Pete. He tells us wildfires are spreading throughout the whole island. An evacuation order had been called; everyone is to be out of Galveston by morning. The line to the ferry is outrageous and I have to go to the bathroom like crazy. The kids feel bad for me because they know I'm in pain. I hear them talking. Katie, Andrew and Nicholas chant from the back seat. Nicholas' tender voice says something. I can barely hear it.
"Can I wake up now?"
I open my eyes and he is standing beside my bed looking down at me. It is 6:30 a.m. and I've only been asleep two hours. And now I remember why.
Do you get where my dream came from? I need to go to the doctor, I'm still dealing with schools because of the Math and Science Academy, we just got back from a work-related trip to Galveston and raging wildfires are everywhere around me. Our mind's are quite amazing, aren't they?