Not so slow decay of the world (dream)

I have been meaning to post for a few weeks, but work, mental health and physical health have all sucked so I guess now the reason I am posting is because of a dream. Yesterday we bought a new Subaru Forester for the hubby so we didn’t have to rely on his Kia not getting stolen (its one of those that can be broken into easily) and we don’t have to rely on my car which mechanically was just starting to fall apart, I hope to post about that actually later today.

However, it was a stressful event so by 6pm I kept falling asleep and had a horrendous set of nightmares on and off when I did fall back to sleep until I finally got up at 2am. My watch says I got 4 hours sleep in that whole time, I feel like less, but it was the same dream, just continuing the whole time. Below is not the complete dream, most of the individual little things that were horrifyingly banal are already slipping my mind, so here is just the general beats.

START DREAM

Sort of like the inky blackness, but not confined to a prison.

STOP DREAM

I woke and sat up, and for whatever reason was sad, and just sobbed for a while. Tally came over and laid against me until I got up. I wish I could remember more of the details, that always feels important but I can never quite do it. I will remember bits of it later, but even now it’s more unclear, so I will leave this dream recounting where we stand.

Can’t Help Falling in Love

I have always had nightmares and trauma dreams, pretty much as far back as I can remember. Sometimes they are filled with with violence, assault, terror and running or fighting. Sometimes there is nothing but a glimpse of something that just makes me sad.

Last night I had one of those dreams that just lasts all night. I woke up briefly but couldn’t get up around midnight, then again at 1am then 2am, finally was able to get up. The same dream the entire time.

START DREAM

STOP DREAM

The dream never ended or changed except for me to occasionally wake up. Probably didn’t help that I got to see the best gay representation episode I ever saw on TV today (episode 3 of Last of Us) after the dream. 

The way the episode ended in their bedroom was probably even rougher than it would have been without the dream. Don’t regret watching the episode, but it means I have been crying on and off all day.

Dreams x 2: “Cat Scare” and “I am Sorry”.

Last two nights ended up with the next two mornings from horrendous dreams. I find sometimes I can get rid of the after effect of dreams if I post and talk about it. So I am talking here again. Probably not nearly as in depth as I wanted to write about it this morning, but maybe its good it is partially slipping away.

The first dream from a couple of nights ago was just plain bad. It was a rough 4th of July and our cat was on high alert.So around 3am she crawled up under the blankets with me and I promptly fell asleep.

“The first thing I noticed was the sound of a cat far off making weird strangled cries. I got up, followed out of the kitchen like room I was in and into a long hallway. At the end of the hallway a large black cat was hissing. I tried to give them good words but that wasn’t going well. Then I heard the cat’s tone changed and I immediately turned and went to run.

I got a few feet before claws of fire dug into me and the cat actually began trying to take me down for real. I don’t know if it was rabid or just crazy but I ended up picking it up and throwing it off. It kept launching itself back at me until finally I grabbed him and slammed him into the ground multiple times. All I remember was it kept moving and trying to bite and I couldn’t get away so I kept slamming the cat down.”

I promptly woke up and immediately panicked thinking I grabbed Tally in my sleep and hurt her. I am pretty sure I was sobbing at this point as I pulled the blanket up and there Tally was, fully asleep, and when she noticed the blanket had pulled up she just opened her one eye lovingly, blinked softly, then sighed heavily like I had just interrupted her sleep.

The second dream was last night and is the one I am having a hard time moving past. Because of that you just get a very cut down version because evidently if I think about it I start crying again.

I was sitting next to my wonderful husband gardenrat. He was taking care of a patient much like he did 12+ years ago before either of us transitioned. It was some little hospital like room. The patient had just passed and he was cleaning them up.

I kept asking when he shift was over and he shrugged me off and grunted. I couldn’t get his focus off of the patient and on to me. I felt al little bad in the dream, but I was even more annoyed. “You know there is a reason you quit this job the first time right? Can we please go to dinner soon? The next shift can clean up the person.”

Even in the dream I knew that was a shitty thing to say so I was quiet and just sat FOREVER… Eventually I was super annoyed and I kept tapping him and he kept grumbling. I finally stood up and started yelling at him when I looked over and saw the person on the bed. It was me.

The only thing I felt right then was sad. Not scared, no screaming, not angry.

I turned to the hubby and all I could say was “I am so sorry I left you, I love you so much. I am so sorry.”

I wasn’t scared or worried about me, but I was screamingly terrified of what would happen with gardenrat and if he would be ok.

I woke up and laid on top of the covers and found I was crying. The hubby got up beside me in the dark and wandered out to use the bathroom, which enabled me to pull my shit together and get up for the morning. It put me into a weird headspace this morning. Not worried about myself, but. worried how the hubby was going to be (if it works out, some other boy/girl/them shows up and takes care of him, but even joking I get waves of worry for him, and it makes me sad.