I could easily miss a step, fall over like a tree in the forests and be asleep half-way to the floor. I didn’t sleep well Thursday night. The past few days I’ve had problems with what Helios calls “defecation frenzy”. I didn’t miss work but I have had to take more time than usual to attend to calls of nature. Thursday it was 4 or 5. Friday it was 8. This morning so far it’s been two and I’ve decided that I probably need to fast now to get it out of my system.
I dreamt last night I was in the US. I was in the car with Foxxy (an old friend who, in real life, shares my name but with a slightly different spelling) and her boyfriend. They were chatting away in the front of the car and, every so often, they would giggle at a shared joke. I contented myself with looking outside the window. We drove for some time to another city. It was a beautiful journey – I couldn’t help but notice how green the grass looked. The US is so vast! For some time we didn’t see another car or person – which doesn’t happen in England. It was pristine and I thought that if all of the US was so beautiful I wouldn’t mind living there. However, things weren’t as nice when we got to the city: people seemed to be crossing the road any old where and we had to swerve to dodge them. It reminded me a little of where my sister used to live – with University students flooding the streets to get to their next class on time.
We finally arrived at our destination: we were visiting our friend at the hospital. I remember him from high school but cannot remember his full name. He’s called John and he was in our gang. He was the one that wore the T-shirt “I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed person.” He had had a car accident and had a number of broken bones.
We parked well away from the building to avoid paying the parking fees. I put one sock on but the other fell down a crevasse. I could have retrieved it but I didn’t. I just put my shoe on my right foot.
I worried that the smell of the place would make me sick. When I was in high school I made the mistake of visiting a friend who’d had a car accident and the smell made me sick – I had to run to the toilet! Very embarrassing!
We weren’t allowed to see John immediately – which was a good thing. I didn’t notice any overpowering smell – so I was OK there. I started gearing myself up to see a John that looked a lot worse than he probably was (in order to honestly say how good I thought he looked) and I thought of things to tell him like “You look just like you did in high school – except for the odd broken bone of course!”
We were shown to a seat near a TV where there were some patients and visitors. The visitors didn’t look worried – they looked dirty – like how I’d expect the residents of Dale Farm to look. Dale Farm is a Gypsy site in Essex that has recently evicted half its residents because they only had permission for a certain number of mobile homes. The story made national news and, politically, I found myself siding with the local council. I just don’t understand the traveller way of life in order to understand their plight or why they choose to live the way they do.
In the dream I didn’t pay them any attention. I was pacing and worried that I’d lost my right sock because (and we all know how odd dreams are) even though I’ve not seen John for at least 20 years, he’d given me that pair of socks and I didn’t want him to think that I’d lost one. The next thing I know all the other visitors leave and Kate, my line manager and someone I really respect, smiled at me and said “We have to ask them to move – they’re always wanting to sell us their dead.”
I woke up with the word “Dead” ringing in my ears.
When Helios got up I told him that I thought I ought to fast today to get my bowel back to normal. Helios suggested that indigestion may have an effect on our dreaming. Then he said I should take a paracetamol and codeine. I can’t help but remember what he said about his time in Kenya– he came back with a “shit yourself thin” diet! Thursday I was uncomfortable but in a good mood all day. Friday I felt a bit worse and grouchy. Today I’m hungry and afraid to eat lest I suffer with more bowel trouble…
I’m going to have to go back to bed.