I don’t want to sound nuttier than I already am, but last night’s sleep was just plain bizarre. The dreams were really out there, and I truly thought I was participating in something from the mind of Lewis Carroll.
One in particular is still hanging out, and I have got to get rid of it, so I’ll share. I dreamed that I was the caretaker of this elderly woman who was incredibly wealthy. She was also quite eccentric; she was a recluse to the point of being hermit-like. And there were a couple of other things that stuck out: one was that she was deeply religious. So much so, in fact, that she had a chapel built in one of the rooms of the house she owned (the house was quite large, by the way) and she made arrangements to have a priest come to her house to celebrate Mass daily. The other thing in this dream that was so bizarre was that a good friend of mine who is a Paramedic (he also happened to be one of the people that helped me come along when I was in Paramedic school) was also in the dream. Apparently he’d been her caretaker before me and was fired from the job. Not because he wasn’t a good caretaker, but because he was incredibly irreverent. And he was still welcome in the house to visit anytime he liked.
I know how this reads. As I just read what I’d written, if I didn’t know myself I would think I’d lost my mind. But I’m still trying to figure out what it means. Is there real significance to this dream or did I have it simply because I’d been un-medicated for a couple of days? I’m inclined to think the latter, but I really don’t know...
If I ever find out I will follow up. Comments are welcome, even if it’s to tell me that I have gone totally mad.