An unusual event.

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Pain.  Oh, I know it regularly.  What changed since heart medicine, at least when I can stay on it, is that pain , once I am asleep, won't wake me.  It has been some time since this has happened.  It is the same discomfort that has been disrupting mornings and much of the last day.  A weariness suffering.  Something difficult, deep inside.  I've had much worse so I don't have imminent fear, just frustration.  I will take aspirin and do a post with little else to do?  Okies.

Strange dreams lately.  The other night I dreamed, while driving, in a complicated triangular section of highway, in an odd set of circumstances, I ended up going off the road.  The area had a set of inclines, cliffs of various slopes, each of a great distance, say 500 feet, and six or seven 'runs' (I actually live in a valley, on it's floor mind you).  I was, somehow, watching my own accident from a news helicopter which was incidentally in the area and caught the whole thing, as if I was the cameraman.  At first, in the dream, I couldn't accept that it was me.  Then I was sure I would live, after the third slide, then fourth... finally, on the fifth long slide, I came out of the vehicle, could tell it was me, and was certain I was dead.  What was strange is... The body looked nothing like me in real life.  And I can think of almost no place like that.  I suppose the Twin Peaks in Colorado is about the only place I know that might have a slide range and steepness that could offer what I dreamed.
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In a dream tonight I, through an odd set of circumstances met a couple who had bought one of the other homes on the list when I had been in the market.  Now, the home was not real, but I dreamed of it then... how strange, at least to me.  In any case, one thing and some others breadcrumbed me to the area, then to them, and to more.  As it turns out, flooding was encroaching.  I met the mister, first.  I think some sort of bread concern had brought me to the area. They weren't involved but did guide.

As they told me how to get where I was going, being me, I mentioned having looked at a home, on a nearby corner, I had considered buying.  They described on, in query.  It sounded correct.  They believed that to be their home, and offered to show me.  Having taken care of my other concern I was quite happy to go see.  Well, and as rare as I am able to socialize I really do take what opportunities to do so that present themselves.  And they were a charming couple.

I remembered the place, mostly.  They had done well with the place.  Stone, as my home, probably just as old.  About to go under the approaching flood waters.  They asked me where I ended up buying.  They had looked at my place as I had their home.  I think we chose our homes for the same reason, just the other side of the coin... I wanted the country, they wanted city.

I was touched by their situation.  Initially I offered rosaries, then realized they were probably Mormon, and suggested I meant no offense.  My mind was already working on more than rosaries though.  Turns out they weren't offended, at least because they were also Catholic.  Well, okay.  Either way I had already decided to offer them lodging.  Cost, they asked?  Their share of utilities, helping with the place (I was honest), and letting me mostly alone.  If they were church goers, a ride or otherwise together would be kind... if I was ready on their time.  The deal was struck, however it would end.  I think it went well.  As the dream was ending I was helping them clean and repair their place.  We had them fully evacuated before it hit, so it was mostly just washing, sweeping, mopping, then literally rinse and repeat.  A rather pleasant dream... in one sense.

Feeling better?  Enough?  Will attempt to go back to sleep.  If not, I have some rosaries to perform, if only one at a time.  No, not for the dream, for some ladies, for their health.  I was going to anyway, but got the go-ahead as well, just... haven't been able to do all scheduled events.  If not tonight, soon, Lord willing.  Good night.


Not necessarily sleep inducing, but a balm for the soul, or spirit if born less, until... perhaps... God should make a Pinocchio into a real little boy... at least in His sight.