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Strange dreams.
In the first one, I found my uncle, dying in a field. He had been in an accident.
He had been thrown from his truck. It has been raining, or snow had thawed, I don't remember all. As he was going around a corner, his truck went off the road, onto the shoulder. Which usually isn't a problem. But, this time, it was muddy. It caught the front tire, stopping the truck, catapulting him through the roof.
It threw him a hundred feet? Yards? I never went there, in real life. There was no way to know at a later time. Just, I know he was thrown.
In the dream, I found him, went to him. He was still alive but hurting. He couldn't move, speak. He was aware. In the dream, I can't say in life.
I took an arm, gently, and held his hand with my other arm. I asked a few questions. He could understand. I had him blink, or squeeze my hand to show he understood.
I walked him through dying, offering some suggestions. I suggested he seek forgiveness of sins. Asked if he wanted time for that. He did. I told him to squeeze my hand twice, when he was ready for the next step. I prayed out loud for the absolution of his sins. Then asked if he would forgive those who had sinned against him, to let them go. To leave their sins against him in God's hands. He agreed.
I, again, told him to let me know when he was done. I then, prayed over him, with a form of the anointment of the sick, barring the exact rite or the items necessary. Then I waited with him, while emergency services arrived. I felt him leave before his body had died. Very odd dream.
It's strange though. Not sure he was religious much. Depending on the day, a bit? Or year, stage of life, such. But, as with me, as more an atheist at once? Facing death changed something. While I still pretended not to believe? Just in case? (If more certain than not.) I... went through that set of things as... I tried to die. The more serious time? No, but the worst time.
If I ever find someone dying, that is what I would offer them. If they weren't interested, I would yet stay with them, after summoning medical. I wasn't with my uncle in a physical form. He was gone enough that he could see me though. Somehow, that brought me peace? I didn't think it was about me. Strange, that.
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There was another dream. Just a short, more humorous ditty. I was an animal, of some sort. A panda, bear of some other sort? Something was bugging me, but I liked it so wouldn't kill it? Or, just... didn't want to kill it? Just another creature, a small one. I don't know if... it was being ornery, or playful, or mean?
I can't remember a lot of the details. That's why there are so many questions marks.
I rolled over and went back to sleep. I hoped I didn't roll over on it? Or that if I did, it didn't kill it. Ha! :p
Oven should be warm. I'll get the steak going. Later.
Petite sirloin, cooked perfectly (how I did it, I don't know) french cut green beans fried up in the steak pan (all the spices, fat, and butter) ate half, maybe save it for when I get up.
ReplyDeletePondering your dream... thought it could be you comforting you; then it could be he is showing approval for your spiritual journey; OR your BP and fluid pills might have reacted with the Carolina Pepper and Tea to create a "chemical" dream... who knows?
Somehow I saw the scene clearly from your description.
What happens when an empath and sympath are talking, and walk into a bar? They dent their noggins. :p
ReplyDeleteI have never been able to cook petite sirloin. I completely gave up on those steaks. They remind me of bottom round, to be honest. If they were cheaper, I would have them sliced thinly, and use them to make jerky.
Still, if you can do that, they are more inexpensive than top, and double or more cheaper than the really fatty steaks. I... wish I could.
Oddly? I try to cook veggies in the juices and fats of the steak, and it never works for me. Not sure why.
Only thing different is I turned the steak more frequently, heat, sizzle, then flip. Like I said "I don't know how exactly" The beans in the pan is very good, I'd imagine taters would be better, but carbs...
ReplyDeleteDid you ever use tobacco? I started with... Lucky Strikes, straight, when I was about eleven. Later, when schools started getting... picky... I moved on to chewing tobacco. Though have used pipes, cigars, and about any type of tobacco out there. Save, mostly, funny tobacco.
ReplyDeleteWhen I finally was able to quit, for a final time (quit three or four times before? or so)... I would get serious hungers for the stuff. Still do, on a very rare occasion. Carbs are like that, I just haven't... quite... permanently quit them. Yet.
Both are mere addictions. No good to them at all. Taste, texture, feel, but... toxic. I know why people do them, just like I know (very well) why people drink, smoke, bang strange chicks in... strange ways (and worse, if the other things out there weren't my gig). But...
I try to remember, when an impulse hits, why not. For me? I don't want to lose toes, feet, legs, vision, and such. Carbs... will take those, in time. At least for me.
Hmm, interesting. I still wouldn't do a petite sirloin is if someone knew how and cooked it for me. If I liked it then, then I would try to learn.
I... tried every which ways with those. Though... that you can do it? Either means you have really good steaks available, are exceptionally talented (even if through luck and happenstance and such, or more qualities than you are aware of yourself), or... maybe some other thing. Or a group of those and other things? Meh. I'm a bit jealous, in a non-begrudging way.
Tobacco, we're familiar. My dad gave me "stem" chunks of pipe tobacco to chew on(yum). Inhaled "powdered snuff" in High school. Dabbled in cigars and pipes. Would smoke cigarettes "socially" when drinking. Then in the 90's USN deemed if enough of your workstation smoked, you could designate a smoking area in your workspace (The Plant), we were one short, I said I smoked... for the next 20 years I smoked. Tried quitting using chew, packets and patches. Until 2010, bought a new pickup, didn't smoke in it. Found myself with 5 unopened packs (I'd buy one a day)... Decided I'd smoke up what I had and be done... and have been tobacco free since.
ReplyDeleteI had to use the patches. Tried cold turkey far more times than I actually quit. Couldn't do it. But that patch? Crazy, but yeah... Now... my question. Do you ever, every once every six months to few years, get the urge? I do. Just... sometimes while waking or going to bed... those first hits were... something. Copenhagen for the last fifteen years? But, I had it in all day, if I I'd refresh in the evening, and always take it out at night.
ReplyDeleteBut, a pipe or cigar in the evening, a cigarette just to add nicotine to nicotine, or when sipping. Ugh. Don't miss it at all! Until I do. Thankfully, the draw is more like the wisp of smoke from a cigarette than the yearning for a woman. :p Ugh. Damned women! :p
Heck, it's been twenty years since I've been with a woman. And... that draw never leaves me.