Tag Archives: dream

Been A While

12 Oct

I have to get a chest x-ray. I think I got the pain medicine all figured out, because my pain level is way better, but I’m so sleepy and out of it. Sometimes things don’t feel real. It feels like I’m sleeping all the time or like everything is a dream even while I’m awake. I haven’t been posting much, either. Also, I grind my teeth when I sleep, and when I’m awake, it just feels like I’m clenching my jaw all the time, so my face always hurts. I can’t stop myself from doing it, though. I’ve been trying to talk to my dad, but I feel like I’m not really making sense, but I don’t know. I’m sleepy.

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My Dream Made No Sense At All

25 Aug

I was dying from cancer. I was having a very weird conversation with Jim on the phone. My dad got diagnosed with colon cancer, so I kept following him everywhere, and he got annoyed. I dressed up like a ballerina and took pictures of myself and ‘how things used to be’ before I got cancer. Then, I was Stewie from Family Guy going down a slide that cost 50¢, but I paid $21. It was for people 11 years old and under. It spun you around in your thoughts. Then I was me again watching telemundo and univisión with my friend from high school. Then we talked about a bunch of people in music videos with lots of colors as I ate from a jar of peanut butter and jelly swirled together while in church. After that, my mom took a history of my cousin Crystal’s life from her before she died. Then my cousin Malcolm and I started flying in circles around the room higher and higher. I was trying to get higher than him because I’m slightly older. He’s much taller, though, and I scraped the ceiling, so it didn’t work. Then I circled so fast and I jumped awake. It was startling.

The night before, I forgot that I also dreamt that I was in a new house with my family. My room was really small and inside of my brother’s room. Then I explored it more and discovered it was huge with it’s own other bedrooms and luxurious bathrooms. Then it became a bed store. I had to run back to the original room before time ran out and I lost it forever. The bathroom was in my brother’s room. Every room was full of old baby stuff from the last family that lived there. It was all shoved to the sides of the rooms. The shower had carpet and no walls, so I felt weird in there.

I had another dream that I was at an expo, and I dressed up in my dobok to go back to a taekwondo and MMA competition. It was also an ice skating, hypnotism, and ribbon twirling competition. I wanted to compete, but hadn’t fought in a long time, so I couldn’t. We looked at some clothes and hair ties they were selling at the expo and my mom got into it with a lady at the scarf table. We looked at some clothes and then went to watch the matches. We saw some guys fighting tirelessly and they were still going when we left. We watched my friends compete, and we sat next to this lady who claimed she loved me since the day she gave birth to me as she clung to me during the hypnotism routine. my mom then explained the details of my birth. The woman’s daughter and the woman went to the parking lot with us and they left. My mom and I got in her rental car. She had forgotten to cap the exhaust pipes. On my passenger side, I had a steering wheel and what I thought were brakes, too. It was just a shortbread cookie can. There was bluetooth hookup for your pager. It was a kind of old car.

My last dream was that I was at the hospital working with my mom. I was following her all over the place. We tested my dad’s kidney function and his heart function. Then she got a phone call and had to leave. I saved some medicine for one of her patients in the medicine cabinet at the office. Then she took me with her, though I was supposed to go with my dad. We posed for pictures with a dog on a tennis court, then we went through the halls of the hospital. I started to samba dance, and we saw all of these people in costumes ready to do a dance competition. We went into Dr. Niambi’s office, which was huge as in my dream she was the ‘queen of my medical school’ and we talked to some ladies about their children. My mom asked me to leave, and then they discussed ‘adult matters.’ I came back, and was asked why. I said I missed them, and they all cooed. We were then all dressed up. Will Smith was talking and his kids were playing in her water fountain getting all dirty. My dad and I moved away from them and took Dr. Niambi’s microphones out of her call box. She came back and started to sing, so my dad and I ballroom danced. We put her microphones back, and then my mom went into her office to discuss her partner dropping her from the practice to see whose fault it was. Then I woke up.

The Dreams Continue

13 Aug

I had a dream about rats and that my parents got my brother and iPhone 5 and they got me a toy phone and told me to buy my own real phone. I had to rub all this stuff all over my hands everyday, just a bunch of different solutions to keep my skin from falling off. We went to Best Buy and there was a girl in black face in the parking lot wanting to date my brother, and she was like, “don’t worry, I’m white.” So my parents go pissed and we ran away from her cuz my mom was driving the car with her feet. She ran a red light, too. And there were these rats that came out in our living room, and they ran under me out into the sewers. I tried to look in the fridge, but everything, especially the kefir, fell down. (We don’t buy kefir). And that was my dream.

Nightmare

20 Jun

I saw Silver Linings Playbook, and I just had a dream of the continuation of the end, but I was the guy (my dreams do that to me), but then my scumbag brain has to turn it into a nightmare on me and I get shot in my cool apartment’s elevator by a man on a mass murdering spree with a semi-automatic weapon…right in the stomach. Why do I always die in my dreams? Now, I can’t sleep.

Dreaming

3 Jun

Last night I had a dream that we went to a beach that wasn’t even real, so the water was very blue, but you couldn’t go in it. You could only sit on the little patch of fake sand next to it and look at it. So we opted for the swimming pool, but you couldn’t dive. I wanted to jump in, but my mom said my boobs would pop out of my bathing suit. That was likely, so I said I could hold them while I jumped in. She wanted to film the whole thing, but people kept getting in the way. There was more, but I forgot. It was just one of the more pleasant dreams I’ve had in a while.

How Daddy’s Doing

15 Jan

So my dad had his first radiation yesterday and his first chemo today. He also had radiation today, as he does every M-F for 7 weeks. He has another chemo session tomorrow, as he’s getting the cisplatin in half doses 2 days in a row each time instead of the full dose for just 1 day each time. It takes about 5 hours, because he gets hydration before and after. He’ll have a total of 3 of those chemo cycles during the course of his treatment, and hopefully that combined with the radiation will do the trick. He’s doing ok, you know, not feeling it yet. Hope it stays that way as long as possible, but we know how these things go. His PET scan came back pretty much like we expected it. They missed a bunch of stuff behind the tonsillar fossa during his original surgery…cuz he was never scoped properly, and really should have had a plain old biopsy instead of a tonsillectomy at that point, but what’s done is done. He had a teeny tiny bit of microscopic lymph node activity. not enough to call them positive, but enough to use chemo and radiation, not just radiation. You know, just in case. Make sure we kill it dead! So…he went in and they asked if he was wearing this patch he was supposed to get in the mail to prevent nausea. He hadn’t gotten it. He was supposed to start wearing it yesterday, because prevention means start before the nausea hits, duh! WELL…they never ordered it for him! -__- So, they gave him something else, charged him for it, ordered the patch, charged him for that ($75), and then charged him up front for the chemo infusion a good $313! It’s gonna be $313 every time he goes in. They’re not gonna bill him like they bill me. Now THAT can cause nausea, I’m sure. Like what if he didn’t have $313? Would he not get treatment? “Sorry, sir, no cancer treatment for you!” Or would they just bill him then? Just seems like a stress he doesn’t need.

Anyways…I had a dream about him last night. He was at this theme park, because he wanted to do something fun before he started chemo. There was a race car driving ride, but you really had to drive it. The track was on an elevated platform. He got so good at it that he became a tiny bit of a celebrity within the theme park, and people came to watch him drive. When I came to watch, he drove around the track a few times, and it was really awesome, but when he finished, the people operating the ride couldn’t get the car to turn off, so sparks started flying, and his car flew off of the platform and landed upside down. That’s when I woke up…freaked me out!

But yeah, that’s how he’s doing. He’s alright. Just concerned because they said some medicine of his might make it hard for him to sleep, and then they were like, but get lots of rest! Hopefully that nausea medicine that may make him sleepy will cancel out the medicine that keeps him up, and he’ll go to bed at his usual time haha…wishful thinking.