Melani Blazer

First, the eyeball woes are those of my daughter. Reoccuring pink eye is BAAAAAAAAAAAD and the doctor is getting seriously worried. She’s on high dose antibiotics, but is going apeshit crazy b/c she can’t look at computer or tv for any length of time, can’t read and has zero tolerance to light. Today was day three. The part that scares me is that a kid in her band class was diagnosed with MRSA, and while he/she’s been out of the class, I hate to think she had contact with this person before diagnosis OR that others there are contagious without being diagnosed yet. A few good cast thoughts would be appreciated. She’s learned how sucky it would be to be blind. (She’s been walking around with sunglasses, we’ve kept lights out/low for her, but she’s in misery). Doc follow up is Thursday. Hopefully these antibiotics do the trick this time.

As for my dream, it was one of those real-time, real-life full color dreams that left me startled and feeling out of place when I woke up. Like as in “I was there, I know I was, so how’d I end up here.”

My memory of the dream starts when I’d landed at the airport somewhere in England. I don’t recall the purpose of my trip, but it was only a three day/two night stay. I was staying with Angie (yes Angie, I know you don’t live in England or talk with a natty accent, but in my dream you did. bwahahaha), so she met me at the airport.

First thing was that I had to buy a bond in order to be there. Or in order to board the plane to get back, I guess. I wanted to buy it while I was still in the airport so I knew it was out of the way and could enjoy my stay. (The more preparation, the better I feel). The bond was 95 pounds, which I thought was fair, and I secured it. Angie was a little impatient, but only because we didn’t have much time and she wanted to do as much as possible before I left.

We went to this neat little pub and had a bite to eat. It was like an Applebee’s or TGIFridays, but with a British twist (or at least my imaginations version of one). I can still remember the smell of it–fried chicken, steak and a fruity pie-like dessert were the scents I remember, but again, to me it was wholly English and not Americanized at all. I wish I could describe it better, but a lot of the details have faded since this morning. I remember the ramp like twist that led into the dining area, the hum of people around us (I loved to listen to their accent) and the pale yellow tinge of the lights. I don’t remember what we ate, or talked about, but I can recall soaking it all in–the pictures and paintings and paraphenalia on the walls were such novelties to me.

After eating, we walked down town, passed office fronts and store fronts, some were open, some were closed. It was dark, and must have rained, because I remember how odd I found it to see the headlights glimmering off the road on the WRONG side of the street.

We went to her house, where Brianna and Angie’s husband were waiting. Brianna had gotten to stay up late to “meet” me, but went to be almost immediately after. I don’t recall talking much to her husband, but it was late and I was exhausted from the airports and plane ride and the whole excitement of being in another country.

I slept on the couch–and was happy to. I think it was a pull-out couch and Angie wanted to make it up, but I was tired (as were they) so I just curled up and fell asleep.

I woke up at 11 the next morning. 11 GMT, which was about 5am MY time. ugh. I was still groggy. I asked if I could shower and Angie’s husband told me I could and showed me to the larger bathroom with the stand up shower.

Their house was the most unusual thing and what really stuck out most in my mind. First off, I think the house was round. It was one story and sprawling, but the living room/kitchen area, while not quite round, were the center of the home with hallways shooting off in at least four different directions and various rooms at the end of those hallways. There were two bathrooms, on opposite ends of the living room. At those “corners” two hallways jutted off and created a “V” shape….
sorta of like >o< where the < and> are hallways and the “o” is the living room/ktichen. The bathroom was integrated into that “V” shape with a door off one of the two hallways–AND a door right at the tip of the “V” (it’s a dream, things are FUNKY). Anyway, I realized I hadn’t brought in my suitcases, so I retrieved them from Angie’s car and then promptly got all turned around in the house and couldn’t figure out which bathroom was which. Yeah, that’s me. Lost in her house. DUH!
In her defense, her bathroom was awesome. It was all jungle-like with hanging ferns and potted plants. The walls were dark green and white tile, the bathtub and sink were all a slate gray marble. Incredible.

I think I finally got my shower and it was off again. Sadly, that’s when the alarm went off, so I can’t say how things went after that. I had to share. Figured Angie would get a kick out of now being a Brit with an unusual house. I’ve had the visual of the dream lingering in my head all day. Gotta love those rich dreams like that, even if they have little meaning.