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I had bizarre dreams again last night.
Last night, I dreamed I was a kid--but I was still using a cane, so apparently I was a handicapped kid. Some creepy dude had kidnapped me and other kids. One was a stocky boy who reminded me of Tanner Caldwell, only he was about 11 or 12 instead of 18 or 19. Another was a very little, very pale girl with long blonde hair. There may have been more, but those are the two I remember.
We were all scared of this guy because we knew he was violent and was capable of hurting or even killing us. He was also some kind of West-Borough-Baptist-Church type guy that went from town to town ranting and raving. In his travels, he occasionally picked up a kid here and there. The kids seemed resigned to their fate of being eternally in his possession. Apparently some had tried to run away, but no matter where they went, he always tracked them down and found them and brought them back again. There was always some horrific punishment to follow that--but I did not know what that might be.
So, anyhow, in my dream, we were in Dream-Winona (the Winona that often appears in my dreams but that is quite unlike Real-Winona). We were in a big park in downtown Winona near the Methodist church. I think he had us picking up cans to recycle. I am not real clear on that, but I know he was big on making money in any way he could. He and the frail looking blonde girl headed down the block after he instructed Kinda-Tanner and I to follow them.
Instead, I went the opposite way, telling Kinda-Tanner I would be DAMNED if I was staying with this guy. Kinda-Tanner warned me that this guy was relentless--that he had never ever lost a kid who ran away. He always tracked them down and dragged them back. I told him that regardless of that, I was going to take my chances. He decided to come along with me. I suspect he was afraid to face the consequences of watching me leave without sounding the alarm.
As in real life, Kinda-Tanner had a kind of noble nature about him...not in a show-offy sense, but in a deep and real sense.
So, off we set down the streets of Winona. In my dream it was like it used to be with huge elm trees on the boulevard entwining their branches over the middle of the street. It was like walking in a huge green tunnel. I was thumping along with my cane as fast as I could go...Even in my dream, my knee hurt.
We cut through a huge factory, crawling through air ducts and narrow stairways. Then we went into the back rooms of a mall where we crawled through huge areas of clothing hanging on racks. In one section there were bunches of formal fifties style dresses with the netting and rhinestones...The kind of dresses girls used to wear to the prom back in the day.
At some point, we went through an apartment building where we ran into a young woman with a toddler. I knew she was related to Kinda-Tanner, but I thought she was his sister. "She's my mom," he said. And so, after warning them to be careful and not open the door to anyone, I decided to keep on running. I really had no idea where I was running TO...but that didn't seem to matter. I remember telling Kinda-Tanner and his "mom" that I thought the bad guy would probably pursue the "cripple with the cane" as he would figure that would be an easier catch...and that I would lead him away from them.
The last part of the dream I remember is me stealing a pickup truck from a grocery store parking lot. It was a huge old thing and difficult to drive. If I ever steal a car in REAL life, I will not be stealing a big old piece of shit like that! I'll steal something nice and easy to drive.
In the grocery store parking lot, it was very cold and it was snowing.
That's pretty much all I remember of the dream...except for the fear I was feeling in the dream that this guy was hot on my heels, even though I never saw him--I just knew he was there, and that if he caught up with me he was going to hurt me so badly that I was going to wish I was dead.
Strange stuff.
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Now for real life....a few days ago, I caught my toe on one of the steps in the garage. I didn't fall, but I did wrench or twist my knee somehow...It was a little sore the first day or two, but not too bad. But yesterday evening it started hurting a little more, and today it has been practically agonizing. This has happened before with my knees. It feels like some little piece of bone or something is just slightly off kilter, like the teeth in a gear plate not quite meeting as they should so that they are slightly off and snapping loudly with each rotation. It will hurt like a freaking bitch from hell for several days, then there will be a horrendously agonizing POP! which will produce such severe pain that it will make me feel nauseous an like I am going to fall right down on the floor...but the sensation will only last a few moments, then it will be done and the knee will be back to tolerable pain. When that happens, whatever is out of synch is clicked back into place and the horrific pain backs off to normal levels of pain. But right now, holy shit! I can barely walk on it.
I put a cold pack on it and that seemed to help. I have also taken my evening Naproxen, which is a pain medication. I have some tylenol with codeine, and if it doesn't feel significantly better n the morning, I am taking one.
Anyhow...my day...
Kim called me this morning while I was still in bed and barely conscious. LOL. She was cleaning. We often chat on the phone when one or both of us is in the cleaning spirit because it takes our minds off the onerous task of cleaning house.
While she was vacuuming, I brushed my teeth and gathered clothes for today to take upstairs. We talked all the while I filled the tub, took a bath, got dressed, and sat at the table in the kitchen. I was fully clothed from the waste down, but the shirt I had brought up was not mine. I think it was one of Mom's that accdidentally got put in my drawer. So, I just pulled my tee-shirit pj back on and called it good enough. While I was talking to her in the kitchen, Mom got home from church and we all three talked for a while--I had the cell on speaker phone.
Kim had been working her ass off all morning, so I told her to be sure to take a break once in a while. Then I joked with her, "And if you feel the overwhelming need for a blizzard, just give us a call. We'll come and take you."
She said, "That sounds great--or maybe dinner at El Tequila!" (I had told her about eating lunch there on Friday.)
So, we talked it over and decided to DO IT.
Matthew was going to come over in the afternoon--and I didn't really expect him until well after lunch time, but he pulled in shortly after Mom got home from church. He seemed very nervous, and I just had the feeling that he wanted to ask mom for money. Still being in my tee shirt jammie top, I went downstairs to put on something more suitable. Then I cut out a blouse and pants from the Chinesey looking fabric I have for the Chyrsalis doll. I was going to cut out a couple other outfits, but then Mom and Matt were knocking at my bedroom door wondering what was taking me so long. Mom thought I had fallen asleep, but I had actually been cuddling a cat at that moment--I felt like Matt needed a little private time with his Grandma.
So, then we all sat downstairs and visited for quite a while. Matthew had become such an adult...in a very grown-up way. I have been an adult for years and years, but I don't think I could say that I have ever really become a "grown-up." (Perish the thought!)
He stayed for a couple of hours and we had a nice visit. He talked a lot about economics and politics and health insurance. We also talked about his kitten, which he had given back to the original owners as it was "too needy."
It was around 2 pm when he decided it was time to drive home to the Cities. After he left, I told Mom I had left them alone for a while because I just had a feeling Matt wanted to ask her for money and I felt it would be easier for him if I wasn't there. She said he did not ask, but he did talk about how his insurance won't cover all his meds and how expensive it is to live in the Cities. So, Mom offered him some money. She didn't say how much, and I did not ask. That's her business.
We had a couple hours before we had to mee Kim, so I messed with my doll stuff a while. Stewie showed a need for cuddling, so I cuddled him for a while. Mom came in when i was involved in thoroughly snuggling the Stewie. We picked Kimbies up, and Lucas needed a ride to work, so I took him too--he works at Godfathers
which is right next to El Tequila. They brought me the wrong thing...I had ordered a taco/enchilada/tamale plate. They brought me an enchilada and an avocado tostada. I told the waitress that was okay and I would eat it anyway. I said, "It's an adventure! I always order the same thing because I like it so much...now I am forced to try something new. Who knows, maybe I will love it!" It was good. I love avocados, but not as good as the other would have been. I don't care though, because the sweet little waitress brought me a tamale on the side since I said the only bad part was not getting a tamale. She told me that was for the mistake. We didn't have to pay for the tamale. I had flan for dessert. It was good, but not as good as usual. Usually, the sauce poured over the flan is just a mild flavored vanilla. This time, it was really strong. I think it might have been bourbon....It was still good, but not as good as in the past.
After we ate, I drove back to Kim's house as she had a shirt that she needed to return to Kohls. She had brought a blue shirt for Lucas, and he said he liked it, but that he would never wear it. She figured she might as well have her $30 back. She also had some sort of coupon. When we went to Kohl's, I sat in the car while they went in. My knee was still hurting, and I didn't want to have to stand up all that time in Kohl's. In fact, I don't think I could have done it.
They were in there quite a while. I had not book or sewing or anything to keep myself busy, so the time dragged for me. When they came back, we ordered pizza from Papa Murphy's for tomorrow as Tammy was supposed to be coming down and Mom did not feel like cooking. I made a sad face when Mom said to get an All-meat pizza and a pepperoni pizza because I don't much care for meat on my pizza. She said to go ahead and order the veggie delite, but I didn't, since everyone else likes meat. I said, "No worries. I have my left overs from El Tequila."
Lucas called while we were still in the parking lot of Kohl's saying that he was being sent home as there was not business and could we come and get him. I said of course we could. Kim wanted to go through the drive through of McDonalds for a sweet tea, so I got a twist cone. The McDonalds in Owatonna has very nice ice cream--especially the twist. They were slow at McDonalds, and there really wasn't a reason for it as there was hardly anyone there. We must have been under some sort of curse as we hit EVERY freaking red light on the way to Papa Murphy's.
The pizzas were already made when we got there, but they seemed to take a terribly long time getting them paid for. I could see that there was nobody else in the place. Turns out the Veggie Delites were on sale for $7, and Mom had them make one up for me. Yay!
So, we got the Lucas meister at Godfathers and took him and Kim back to their house. Mom and Kim planted the "fairy spikes" in the flower garden. Kim had made a little fairy garden in the yard and put little "fairies" in it. She told the kids that the fairies were real, but that they became very still--like statues--when people looked at them because fairies are very shy. One of the little girls was very concerned the other day and told Kim, "I think the fairies are dead. They have been laying in the dirt for a long time and they are not moving at all." Kim said, "I think someone must have touched them. When a fairy gets touched by a person, they get turned into statues. Then we have to let them lay in fairy dust for a while. They might come back to life."
So, she washed up the poor fairies that had been laying in the dirt and put them away for a while. She intends to put them back into the garden then sprinkle the ground with glitter so the kids think it is fairy dust. The little fairies that Mom gave her are very cool because their little wings will actually flutter in the wind.
By the time Mom and I got on the road to home, it was nearly 8 pm. The sun had gone down and it was late dusk. Sadly, when I got out of the car, my knee hurt so freaking bad that I could hardly walk on it. Every step was agony. It took me a long time to get to the house because I had to pause and brace myself for every step.
When I got inside, I went right to my room and lay down, hoping that my knee would ease up a bit. So far, not. Mom went upstairs to watch TV. Pretty soon she came down and told me that she had called Kari and Kari said Tammy had called her and said she was not coming tomorrow. Mom was very disappointed. Here she just spent a heck of a lot of money on pizzas for them...sigh.
So, Kari asked if we could bring the pizzas to their house since she has a lot of stuff she needs to get done before school starts. I won't be going if my knee continues to hurt like this. They have a split foyer house and they have a lot of steps up to the main part of the house and a lot of steps down to the lower level. I will probably just sit around and baby this knee tomorrow. I put a cold pack on it tonight and that helped a little but that kind of cold pack loses its chill very quickly. I think the thing is probably inflamed. If it isn't less painful tomorrow, I will be taking one of my codeine pain pills.
That's about it for me tonight.
Oh, dear! I forgot to mention that Lucas has dyed his hair a lovely pale shade of lilac. LOL. It actually looks really good on him.
Last night, I dreamed I was a kid--but I was still using a cane, so apparently I was a handicapped kid. Some creepy dude had kidnapped me and other kids. One was a stocky boy who reminded me of Tanner Caldwell, only he was about 11 or 12 instead of 18 or 19. Another was a very little, very pale girl with long blonde hair. There may have been more, but those are the two I remember.
We were all scared of this guy because we knew he was violent and was capable of hurting or even killing us. He was also some kind of West-Borough-Baptist-Church type guy that went from town to town ranting and raving. In his travels, he occasionally picked up a kid here and there. The kids seemed resigned to their fate of being eternally in his possession. Apparently some had tried to run away, but no matter where they went, he always tracked them down and found them and brought them back again. There was always some horrific punishment to follow that--but I did not know what that might be.
So, anyhow, in my dream, we were in Dream-Winona (the Winona that often appears in my dreams but that is quite unlike Real-Winona). We were in a big park in downtown Winona near the Methodist church. I think he had us picking up cans to recycle. I am not real clear on that, but I know he was big on making money in any way he could. He and the frail looking blonde girl headed down the block after he instructed Kinda-Tanner and I to follow them.
Instead, I went the opposite way, telling Kinda-Tanner I would be DAMNED if I was staying with this guy. Kinda-Tanner warned me that this guy was relentless--that he had never ever lost a kid who ran away. He always tracked them down and dragged them back. I told him that regardless of that, I was going to take my chances. He decided to come along with me. I suspect he was afraid to face the consequences of watching me leave without sounding the alarm.
As in real life, Kinda-Tanner had a kind of noble nature about him...not in a show-offy sense, but in a deep and real sense.
So, off we set down the streets of Winona. In my dream it was like it used to be with huge elm trees on the boulevard entwining their branches over the middle of the street. It was like walking in a huge green tunnel. I was thumping along with my cane as fast as I could go...Even in my dream, my knee hurt.
We cut through a huge factory, crawling through air ducts and narrow stairways. Then we went into the back rooms of a mall where we crawled through huge areas of clothing hanging on racks. In one section there were bunches of formal fifties style dresses with the netting and rhinestones...The kind of dresses girls used to wear to the prom back in the day.
At some point, we went through an apartment building where we ran into a young woman with a toddler. I knew she was related to Kinda-Tanner, but I thought she was his sister. "She's my mom," he said. And so, after warning them to be careful and not open the door to anyone, I decided to keep on running. I really had no idea where I was running TO...but that didn't seem to matter. I remember telling Kinda-Tanner and his "mom" that I thought the bad guy would probably pursue the "cripple with the cane" as he would figure that would be an easier catch...and that I would lead him away from them.
The last part of the dream I remember is me stealing a pickup truck from a grocery store parking lot. It was a huge old thing and difficult to drive. If I ever steal a car in REAL life, I will not be stealing a big old piece of shit like that! I'll steal something nice and easy to drive.
In the grocery store parking lot, it was very cold and it was snowing.
That's pretty much all I remember of the dream...except for the fear I was feeling in the dream that this guy was hot on my heels, even though I never saw him--I just knew he was there, and that if he caught up with me he was going to hurt me so badly that I was going to wish I was dead.
Strange stuff.
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Now for real life....a few days ago, I caught my toe on one of the steps in the garage. I didn't fall, but I did wrench or twist my knee somehow...It was a little sore the first day or two, but not too bad. But yesterday evening it started hurting a little more, and today it has been practically agonizing. This has happened before with my knees. It feels like some little piece of bone or something is just slightly off kilter, like the teeth in a gear plate not quite meeting as they should so that they are slightly off and snapping loudly with each rotation. It will hurt like a freaking bitch from hell for several days, then there will be a horrendously agonizing POP! which will produce such severe pain that it will make me feel nauseous an like I am going to fall right down on the floor...but the sensation will only last a few moments, then it will be done and the knee will be back to tolerable pain. When that happens, whatever is out of synch is clicked back into place and the horrific pain backs off to normal levels of pain. But right now, holy shit! I can barely walk on it.
I put a cold pack on it and that seemed to help. I have also taken my evening Naproxen, which is a pain medication. I have some tylenol with codeine, and if it doesn't feel significantly better n the morning, I am taking one.
Anyhow...my day...
Kim called me this morning while I was still in bed and barely conscious. LOL. She was cleaning. We often chat on the phone when one or both of us is in the cleaning spirit because it takes our minds off the onerous task of cleaning house.
While she was vacuuming, I brushed my teeth and gathered clothes for today to take upstairs. We talked all the while I filled the tub, took a bath, got dressed, and sat at the table in the kitchen. I was fully clothed from the waste down, but the shirt I had brought up was not mine. I think it was one of Mom's that accdidentally got put in my drawer. So, I just pulled my tee-shirit pj back on and called it good enough. While I was talking to her in the kitchen, Mom got home from church and we all three talked for a while--I had the cell on speaker phone.
Kim had been working her ass off all morning, so I told her to be sure to take a break once in a while. Then I joked with her, "And if you feel the overwhelming need for a blizzard, just give us a call. We'll come and take you."
She said, "That sounds great--or maybe dinner at El Tequila!" (I had told her about eating lunch there on Friday.)
So, we talked it over and decided to DO IT.
Matthew was going to come over in the afternoon--and I didn't really expect him until well after lunch time, but he pulled in shortly after Mom got home from church. He seemed very nervous, and I just had the feeling that he wanted to ask mom for money. Still being in my tee shirt jammie top, I went downstairs to put on something more suitable. Then I cut out a blouse and pants from the Chinesey looking fabric I have for the Chyrsalis doll. I was going to cut out a couple other outfits, but then Mom and Matt were knocking at my bedroom door wondering what was taking me so long. Mom thought I had fallen asleep, but I had actually been cuddling a cat at that moment--I felt like Matt needed a little private time with his Grandma.
So, then we all sat downstairs and visited for quite a while. Matthew had become such an adult...in a very grown-up way. I have been an adult for years and years, but I don't think I could say that I have ever really become a "grown-up." (Perish the thought!)
He stayed for a couple of hours and we had a nice visit. He talked a lot about economics and politics and health insurance. We also talked about his kitten, which he had given back to the original owners as it was "too needy."
It was around 2 pm when he decided it was time to drive home to the Cities. After he left, I told Mom I had left them alone for a while because I just had a feeling Matt wanted to ask her for money and I felt it would be easier for him if I wasn't there. She said he did not ask, but he did talk about how his insurance won't cover all his meds and how expensive it is to live in the Cities. So, Mom offered him some money. She didn't say how much, and I did not ask. That's her business.
We had a couple hours before we had to mee Kim, so I messed with my doll stuff a while. Stewie showed a need for cuddling, so I cuddled him for a while. Mom came in when i was involved in thoroughly snuggling the Stewie. We picked Kimbies up, and Lucas needed a ride to work, so I took him too--he works at Godfathers
which is right next to El Tequila. They brought me the wrong thing...I had ordered a taco/enchilada/tamale plate. They brought me an enchilada and an avocado tostada. I told the waitress that was okay and I would eat it anyway. I said, "It's an adventure! I always order the same thing because I like it so much...now I am forced to try something new. Who knows, maybe I will love it!" It was good. I love avocados, but not as good as the other would have been. I don't care though, because the sweet little waitress brought me a tamale on the side since I said the only bad part was not getting a tamale. She told me that was for the mistake. We didn't have to pay for the tamale. I had flan for dessert. It was good, but not as good as usual. Usually, the sauce poured over the flan is just a mild flavored vanilla. This time, it was really strong. I think it might have been bourbon....It was still good, but not as good as in the past.
After we ate, I drove back to Kim's house as she had a shirt that she needed to return to Kohls. She had brought a blue shirt for Lucas, and he said he liked it, but that he would never wear it. She figured she might as well have her $30 back. She also had some sort of coupon. When we went to Kohl's, I sat in the car while they went in. My knee was still hurting, and I didn't want to have to stand up all that time in Kohl's. In fact, I don't think I could have done it.
They were in there quite a while. I had not book or sewing or anything to keep myself busy, so the time dragged for me. When they came back, we ordered pizza from Papa Murphy's for tomorrow as Tammy was supposed to be coming down and Mom did not feel like cooking. I made a sad face when Mom said to get an All-meat pizza and a pepperoni pizza because I don't much care for meat on my pizza. She said to go ahead and order the veggie delite, but I didn't, since everyone else likes meat. I said, "No worries. I have my left overs from El Tequila."
Lucas called while we were still in the parking lot of Kohl's saying that he was being sent home as there was not business and could we come and get him. I said of course we could. Kim wanted to go through the drive through of McDonalds for a sweet tea, so I got a twist cone. The McDonalds in Owatonna has very nice ice cream--especially the twist. They were slow at McDonalds, and there really wasn't a reason for it as there was hardly anyone there. We must have been under some sort of curse as we hit EVERY freaking red light on the way to Papa Murphy's.
The pizzas were already made when we got there, but they seemed to take a terribly long time getting them paid for. I could see that there was nobody else in the place. Turns out the Veggie Delites were on sale for $7, and Mom had them make one up for me. Yay!
So, we got the Lucas meister at Godfathers and took him and Kim back to their house. Mom and Kim planted the "fairy spikes" in the flower garden. Kim had made a little fairy garden in the yard and put little "fairies" in it. She told the kids that the fairies were real, but that they became very still--like statues--when people looked at them because fairies are very shy. One of the little girls was very concerned the other day and told Kim, "I think the fairies are dead. They have been laying in the dirt for a long time and they are not moving at all." Kim said, "I think someone must have touched them. When a fairy gets touched by a person, they get turned into statues. Then we have to let them lay in fairy dust for a while. They might come back to life."
So, she washed up the poor fairies that had been laying in the dirt and put them away for a while. She intends to put them back into the garden then sprinkle the ground with glitter so the kids think it is fairy dust. The little fairies that Mom gave her are very cool because their little wings will actually flutter in the wind.
By the time Mom and I got on the road to home, it was nearly 8 pm. The sun had gone down and it was late dusk. Sadly, when I got out of the car, my knee hurt so freaking bad that I could hardly walk on it. Every step was agony. It took me a long time to get to the house because I had to pause and brace myself for every step.
When I got inside, I went right to my room and lay down, hoping that my knee would ease up a bit. So far, not. Mom went upstairs to watch TV. Pretty soon she came down and told me that she had called Kari and Kari said Tammy had called her and said she was not coming tomorrow. Mom was very disappointed. Here she just spent a heck of a lot of money on pizzas for them...sigh.
So, Kari asked if we could bring the pizzas to their house since she has a lot of stuff she needs to get done before school starts. I won't be going if my knee continues to hurt like this. They have a split foyer house and they have a lot of steps up to the main part of the house and a lot of steps down to the lower level. I will probably just sit around and baby this knee tomorrow. I put a cold pack on it tonight and that helped a little but that kind of cold pack loses its chill very quickly. I think the thing is probably inflamed. If it isn't less painful tomorrow, I will be taking one of my codeine pain pills.
That's about it for me tonight.
Oh, dear! I forgot to mention that Lucas has dyed his hair a lovely pale shade of lilac. LOL. It actually looks really good on him.
