Surreal Dream

Although the details are a little foggy now, the following is a description of a dream I remember having last night.

The dream featured my mother. What a coincidence that I only posted a blog entry regarding her yesterday. The words I used during this entry were, "For whatever obscure reason, I just seem to lose it when even the thought of her surfaces." How true were those words! How dare the memory of her break into my dreams!

In the dream, my mother was living in some sort of house that doubled as a small motel. I had come home from work for my lunch break. Someone accompanied me. I'm not sure who this person was other than some anonymous work mate.

My mother was laying on a day bed in the house's back room. She was half watching the television that sat in the corner. She was frail. Her previous illnesses and her past lifestyle had obviously taken a toll on her.

Since I was only on my lunch break, my time at the house was limited. She wanted a bottle of spring water though. A tall glass of cold water from the fridge was not good enough. I soon discovered that there was no bottled water in the house. I would have to visit a local store to buy some for her.

I was feeling mildly annoyed at having to do everything for her. At the same time, however, I was rushing around fussing over her. I felt like she was more able than she let on, that she was abusing my concern and my limited time.

Then the surreal part of the dream began. I walked to the back of the house which was only a short distance from my mother's day room. The back door wasn't like a house's door however. It resembled the doorway of a tent, with a triangular shaped zippered insect netting inside a zippered nylon door. A doorman stood at the back door. There were also a couple of hospice workers present.

I informed the hospice workers of my dilemma, of how I needed to get the bottle of spring water for my mother but was desperately late for returning to work. The female hospice worker told me not to worry. There was a train (an old steam train, mind you) about to arrive. The train would be carrying bottled water. I glimpsed the steam train approaching from the side of the property.

My concern for my mother then switched to concern for my dogs. I was worried that the doorman had inadvertently let them out to wander. The train could run them over.

I asked the doorman if he could please zipper the mesh to keep it closed and thus keep my dogs safely inside. I then called my dogs, only to discover that they were with my mother in the daybed room.

That was the end of the dream. What a strange one!