I had a very odd dream last night. I have been having disturbed nights as Prodigal 2 is doing shift work and is notoriously difficult to wake him up. I have to be up extra early to compensate and consequently, I don't settle very well at night. Also, I have had three migraines over four days - which is unheard of for me. In recent times, it had dwindled down to less than half a dozen per year. With and without aura, also one started then abruptly stopped without tablet/sleep intervention. I have wondered if this has played a part.
The dream was very, very real - sufficed to say if someone said they had seen me out and about earlier in the day, I would have believed them. In this dream, I was waiting at a local bus stop with my sons (at the age they are now - 31 and 22 respectively), but I was about 19 and I was wearing an outfit from that time. I was in shock, because I realised that this was not a dream. I was bare foot - I could feel the tarmac path under my feet. I was even having a heated discussion with the lads about this.
P1: Of course this is not a bloody dream - I am here, we are catching a bus.
Me: I know that, but I can't remember how I got here. I've got to phone Dad
(tried to call)
Me: See? I know this isn't a dream, I can feel my fingers tapping the glass. This is in real time.
(no answer from Hubby)
We get on a coach, I could feel the floor under my feet. I held on to backs of seats, picked up an item of shopping that a lady had dropped. There were no symbols or random stuff - this was as real as I am typing right here, right now. I wandered to the front of the coach. Both P1 &2 were getting narky with me.
Me: (to P2) You don't understand. I don't know how I got here. And I don't know where we're going either. I will have to ask the bus driver. I need to know where we are going.
It is interesting that now I am substantially revisiting their writings via psychoanalytical literary theory for my major dissertation.
(Under this cut is the opening credits to 'Life On Mars' because it really DID feel like I had a Sam Tyler moment. God help me if I ever DO go into a coma!! A case of 'Hello, I'm Calico_Pye and I have woken up in 1987')