I had a hard time falling asleep. I felt very cold, especially met feet. I’m starting to wonder if feeling extra cold is related to my menstrual cycle. Because I was super comfortable the last two weeks, and then I started getting cold feet and hands again.
I also woke up around 3:45 and had a hard time falling back asleep. I think I was awake for about 45 minutes because I looked at the clock again at 4:30. I considered getting up because that’s early but it’s also close to when I’m going to get up anyway. Instead, I turned on my side and gave sleep one more try.
In the dream, I was driving on a divided highway in the left lane when a semitruck abruptly merged into my lane, forcing me to the center, where, in defiance of all the laws of physics, I came to an immediate halt in front of a set of maroon barrels. I groused and drove on to my destination, which was a little grocery store that I went inside but didn’t buy anything. When I came back out, my car was parked on the sidewalk, it was dark and rainy, and there was a squirrel dancing on it that didn’t run away when I got close. I realized that I was dreaming, and, for the first time in more than 25 years (that I can remember), I began to lucid dream.
Just like the first time, the first thing I did was fly. The second thing I did was call out for Ambrose. And he appeared, walking in the sunshine. I flew into his arms and held on so tight. Feeling the warmth of him, breathing him in as I buried my face against his neck. I woke up soon after that, but it was such a good, strong dream.
It was 5:30 and I went right to my computer to write about the dream that I’d just had so I wouldn’t forget it. And then I went for my walk. I had a spoonful of molasses with breakfast as well as an extra snack today to prep for donating blood.
I’ve been tired all day because I didn’t get that good sleep, but I’ve also been content. Not as anxious. Not as prone to crying.
Most of my workday was taken up with meetings. Some testing, but mostly meetings. They were fine, but tiring. I got exercises done at lunch.
I left work a little early so I could get over to Council where I’d signed up to donate blood. There was a bit of a wait before I got processed, but I didn’t end up being the last one on the table because I was able to get through the check in with great efficiency. I was very happy to find that my iron was 13.7, which might be a record high for me. I think my current breakfast has more iron in it than the breakfast sandwiches even though I’m not eating any meat with it.
After donating, I drank a juice box and ate a homemade cookie while chatting with another donor. Then I went to Dad’s in Council to get myself a nice post-donation meal. I had the Holy Cow burger, which had jalapenos and pepper jack cheese and BACON, along with fries and water to drink. The burger was excellent. I didn’t finish the bun or the fries, but I ate all that meat and the veggies. I’d go there again. They even had a selection of NA beer, but I decided not to indulge this time.
Then home where I relaxed. I’m taking it easy post-donation. I might do a spoonful of molasses tomorrow as well to help with recovering iron. No strenuous exercise for 24 hours, so I might do something different for my walk in the morning. I still want to get outside, but maybe I’ll do some laps without too much elevation. And I’ll do gentle Move U exercises in the morning so I don’t have to worry about doing them after the crab feed.
I hope that dream was the first of many, and that I won’t have to wait another quarter century to figure out I’m dreaming in a dream. I’d love to do some flying with Ambrose through the wilderness.
