Heather B

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Wreckage, water and pantlessness

It has been probably almost a week since I had this dream, but I kept forgetting to blog it. I can't remember now how it started, but I was driving a giant Cadillac that belonged to our Health and Wellness Coordinator. Erin, another FRSA was in the car with me (with her kangaroo and bush baby pets!) and I was driving home to get some pants. I think I had been at the gym and forgot my pants? Something like that. Well, I went to turn the corner, and it was like that turn on Old Manvel Rd that if someone is coming from the other direction you can't both fit on the little bridge. So I can't get the giant car around the corner and one tire goes off the edge. I jump out and Erin tries to help me to push the car back on the road. it just kept sliding off and went underwater. I'm saying GREAT, we aren't insured on this car, etc. Still have no pants on. Then I think I woke up.

whaaaa???

Because it is now Sunday night, the dreams I woke up with have faded. What I remember:
Grocery shopping in the dark. The store (Kroger, I believe) only had enough electricity to run the freezers and refrigerated areas, so everyone was squinting at the shelves. I saw several high school faces, Kim Berger I think was one of them. Jeff Green, some others. I got to the check out and someone told me that Ray Goins had died. I started crying. Today I looked through all the yearbook pictures on facebook, I have no idea who that is.

There was another completely separate dream that I can't recall now. I told Stephen about both of them when I woke up, but he can't remember it either.

Stress revealed in dreams

I am assuming I am more stressed about the situation on the Gulf Coast than I would like to admit. For the past 3-4 nights I have dreamed about storms and flooding. I'm walking through flooded streets up to my waist or chest and brushing aside storm debris. I wake up because the water is too cold and realize that it's cold in our bedroom and that's why I've woken up. (because yeah, it's already been 37-39 degrees in the morning)
The unit we saw off to deployment last October is due home January-ish. We have been talking about homecoming activities, and yesterday I saw some footlockers on another post that had been sent forward from a unit that is returning this weekend. They send their stuff ahead so it doesn't have to go on the plane with them, and it can be put in their barracks and it's there for them when they return. Well, last night I dreamed that our unit had started to ship their things home. We were putting the different lockers in the rooms by name. I took one and it was sloshy. I opened it and it was full of murky water with wood slivers and plastic parts. I tried to salvage some of the belongings and make it look nice for when the Soldier returned. My heart was aching at what he was going to come home to.

I woke up thinking...and there it is. My worlds just collided in my sleep.