Dream dream dream

My life is fine, maybe even great, but my dream life is terrible.

My dreams are filled with almost unbearable frustration, vague fears of the unknown, being lost and unable to get home at night in a city, or an immense house.

Last night I dreamed I was trapped in a mountain town with my sister and a music minister from southern Illinois. The house was very bleak, everything was jury rigged. We could see the tops of buildings from the window, but it was dangerous to walk out there. My sister decided she was taking us all to breakfast and I assumed we would walk to MacDonald's like we always had because it was close, but the minister didn't want to. He wanted to go somewhere nicer.

I knew we would need the car to do that, but my sister had turned the car into a litter box so it had to be cleaned before we could use it. I tried and tried, but I didn't have the tools to do it right. I finally opened the trunk and was able to pull a little drawer out. It was full of cat poo and my sister wanted me to just open a window and toss it out. That felt wrong and I finally tipped it over a trash can, but then it turned out the cat had diarrhea and of course that didn't fall out.

It was getting later and I knew breakfast would be over soon. I really wanted to go out. My sister thought it was all very funny and somehow she finally made the car usable.

It was a black antique child's peddle car that looked like it was made of tin. We had to sit one behind the other to get in. My sister drove. The music minister crammed most of his body into the middle space and I sat in the back afraid we wouldn't be able to find the restaurant, terrified that dogs might be able to bite me in such an open car, and trying to remember what she did with the cat poo!

Tonight I am taking 10 mg of a prescription my doctor gave me last year to ease my anxiety. I don't seem to need it during the day, but nights are something else!