Dreaming

Hello,

I was dreaming that Leroy and I were in, perhaps, a motel. At least there was a bed there, but the room was so plain, nothing on the walls or any other furniture. He was working on his tablet and I seemed to be just sitting there. I was starting to feel hungry, but Leroy kept insisting that we could not go eat. I could see into a room that was below us and people were eating in a very fancy place. I told Leroy, “It does not matter how much it costs we could go eat there.” But he still was adamant that he had things to do and I should be patient. After another long wait he got a phone call. He seemed to be talking with our children planning some sort of surprise for me as my birthday was coming soon. I wanted to eat and he did not seem to care. I really did not want a surprise for my birthday, I just wanted breakfast. By this time I was getting a bit irritated.

In real time, Leroy started moving around in bed and woke me up. It was morning, I was hungry, and I was irrationally irritated with Leroy. “How could he be so uncaring of me, especially in my dream?” I did get over that feeling, but not instantly as I watched him with a rather jaundiced eye. Is any of life real or do we just make it up?

Leroy is taking stock of my face every morning to see if it looks better than the day before. This morning he was convinced there was definite improvement. I do know that I can touch most parts of it without experiencing pain. That is nice although I have vowed to keep my hands away from my face. Surely that is not the best place for them to be. Old habits are hard to brake.

Yesterday at work not so many people asked me what was happening to me. It is interesting to me that the most common guess is that people think I have shingles. Luckily that is not the case. I believe that is to be a bad thing on the face.

Paula