This morning has not started out well. I woke up to find that one of my black-raspberry-picking bug bites, which yesterday was causing half my forehead to swell (not “like, half my forehead,” but HALF MY FOREHEAD), this morning has gotten one of my eyelids involved. The droopiness and puffiness of that eye causes my expression to be droopy and crabby, which pop psychology leads me to believe will make me FEEL droopy and crabby, which indeed I do. Plus, in the mirror it looks less like a bug bite and more like age-related wrinkles and sags, which gives me an unwelcome Behold Your Future feeling.
Back in high school I had a brief and poorly-thought-out relationship (I’d call it a “fling,” but I think that has racier overtones than the sort of thing I am describing) with a boy named Jay. It ended very, very poorly, and twenty years later we’re Facebook friends but only due to (1) the friendship that preceded the poorly-thought-out relationship and (2) my unwillingness to seem like someone who would still be mad twenty years later.
Anyway, when I woke up with the bug bite that leads me one step further on the path of thinking I probably AM someone who will Get My Eyes Done later on, I’d been dreaming that Jay’s wife had found out about Jay’s brief relationship with me, and she couldn’t get past it and was leaving him. I went over to talk about it with her, thinking this was clearly just a silly misunderstanding, that surely a high school relationship that lasted a week was not something to end a marriage over (and besides, had she realized that I was one of perhaps two or three hundred relationships Jay’d had?), and she remained utterly unmoved, and in fact considered my presence on the scene a further indication of the seriousness of the issue. She left, with TWO YOUNG CHILDREN, saying now I “could have him”—with me protesting that although it wouldn’t be quite true to say he was the last man on earth I’d ever marry, still it remained the case that I had a husband of my own and didn’t consider hers much of a catch.
And then on my way home (this is still the dream), I was one of the few people on the scene when a SCHOOL BUS went UNDER WATER and I had this horrible feeling of “We HAVE to help them” combined with a mental math calculation of how fast the bus was going down plus how far/hard I’d have to swim down under the water to get to it, plus how difficult/impossible it might be to get someone out once I got there, plus the likelihood of me not having enough air to get back to the surface, plus the inadvisability of rescuing a drowning person without the equipment that keeps that person from panickingly holding the rescuer under the water. (Spoiler: a few minutes later we were evidently breathing underwater and we were passing people out of the bus and up to the surface and everyone was fine and in fact eventually we were passing up backpacks and so forth because we might as well while we’re down here anyway.)
Back to the actual morning I’m actually having: So then I took benedryl for the bug bite, and coffee for the benedryl, and I feel like I’m working up to a Mood Of Doom here, where I will be BOTH droopily tired AND irritably wired.
first, I HATE dreams like that…but YAY for underwater breathing capabilities! second, it is summer. why are we up this early.
Um I dreamed Beetlejuice was outside my window and he refused to leave. He was pretty drunk and apparently couldn’t be reasoned with.
Dreams are so screwy.
Swistle, I can totally relate. I also have Moods of Doom and they just linger over you like some sort of blue cloud.
On the dream front, I am one of those people that have VERY vivid dreams (which is why I no longer watch horror movies). Night before last I had a dream about mercenaries that included a scene of stabbing of two month old of lesbian couple. His twin survived. And that wasn’t the craziest part of the dream!
May you find chocolate to lift you up.
That bugbite is downright UNFAIR. And unreasonable. At least you have no real-life appointments to see ex-boyfriends with a swolen head :)
Does PMS of DOOM count? I am ready to strangle someone!
I’m thinking both chocolate and a shot of vodka are in your future. Maybe my future too, now that I think about it……..
Oh I HATE waking up to/with a Mood Of Doom. The worst is when I wake up from a dream where T has done something mean and I’m pissed at her, and I wake up and know it was just a dream and she didn’t really do anything wrong, but I’m still mad and have no where sane to aim that anger. Grar!
Sounds like you might need a shot of something stronger in your coffee–got any Bailey’s around? There are more mornings than I’d like to admit where I have seriously contemplated this. Also? When I get older and droopy I’m totally having my eyes done. This is what medical advancements are for, right?
That is QUITE A DREAM. And I, too, don’t want to seem like a person who would still be mad 20 years later, YET I AM. I am often conflicted on how to handle those situations. For example: the other weekend at the pool, my mother and I ran into a girl I went to elementary and high school with (and never liked). She is a teacher now and my mom had taught at the same school as her for a while, so they were kind of friends. Which meant, of course, that she stopped and talked to my mom. I am (semi)ashamed to say that I just sat there, smiled and nodded along with the conversation, and did not acknowledge that I had ever known this girl in my life. For the record, she did not ask who I was, and my mother did not introduce me.
I hate it when negative dream feelings carryover. My dream was less scary, I quit my current job to work at ChickFilA and my nephew’s daycare.
Those bug bites sound bad—sorry.
I hope that you have a crappy day present to open!
I also find that assembling a few to send out has almost the same mood-lifting effect. I love imagining how awesome my sister-in-law’s day will become when she opens her new laser finger beams or chicken poop lip balm.
If that were me, I would just go back to bed to try to have a “wake up do over”.
Oh man. Going back to bed sounds so freaking awesome to me….*Yawn*
I hate dreams like that. I have actually woken up made at my husband for something that happen in a dream.
I say take a nap and start over
Judy
Yup, all the ingredients for a nice batch of Doom. Can you self-medicate with chocolate? Or cookies? Or a Crappy Day Present?
What a crazy dream! I find myself having dreams like the part with the bus ALL THE TIME only I am often awake and day dreaming. And it gives me tremendous anxiety….I am constantly trying to figure out how I would get my kids out of the car if a bridge collapsed while we were on it and we went under water. Which child would I save first? I actually have floaty/life jackets in the car that I keep there in case…. we decide to go swimming is what I tell my husband…..but really it makes me feel a little less anxious while driving.
Also, I am not a doctor, but if I had a bug bite like that, I think I would call my doctor! I know you hate the phone, but maybe just describe it over the phone to the nurse and ask if it warrants a visit? Or maybe someone at the CVS minute clinic could look at it? Just watch for infection!
That sounds like a terrible dream. I think I just fell in love a bit with Heather R. I totally want to get life jackets for our van, because this is something that worries me a lot. (even though we live in a desert)
I have been working on our wedding album online (only took me 9 years) and I dreamt last night about moving and resizing pictures. Boringest dream ever.
Hope the bug bite clears up quick.
My four year old had a bug bite on her forehead just like that last weekend. My husband was on the verge of taking her to the emergency room when I suggested we give her some Children’s Benedryl and see what happened. It went done significantly after the one dose. I hope the same goes for you.
Love that you passed up the backpacks since you down there anyway. Hilarious dream.
That was some dream. I hate those! Why can’t dreams just be nice? Awake time is full of enough annoyances.
I drove out east with my parents for a wedding before I had kids, and on the way out my Dad got a bug bite that swelled one eye shut and on the way home he got a bite that swelled the other eye shut. That would bum me out too. And I would COMPLETELY be mad 20 years later, and when my grade six crush tried to friend me on Facebook I ignored him. Because I am THAT petty.
I love that your dream had a spoiler!
Poor Swistle!
You’re so pretty, btw, and your blog is one of the few I *have* to check every single day.