Nooooo! Ya think?!?

Guess who has two thumbs and had another weird-ass dream last night?

THIS GIRL! *eye roll*

It was actually rather disconcerting and left me feeling rather anxious, which is likely why I feel so damned cranky this morning. But I digress (as usual). I dreamt that Chebbar, Sis, and I were walking to the parents’. We had missed dinner, so we decided to stop at McPuke’s on the way (in my dream, things weren’t where they normally are). Sis and I were too busy chatting to notice that we had passed McPuke’s and that Chebbar had led us to the next four-way stop, insisting that it was “this way,” when clearly it was down the hill. He seemed very confused and agitated, which concerned me because he’s usually the calm, collected one. All of a sudden, he grabbed his chest, looked at me in astonishment, and said “I think I’m having a heart attack.”

I called 911 with my cell phone; instead of staying put, we continued on to the parents’ (not that I remember this: we were just THERE). He was sitting in Pop’s blue recliner (which does not reside in their home anymore, FYI) looking dazed, but unconcerned. In the meantime, I stood at the living room window where I could see all the traffic coming up the road (the house and its location were wrong in Dreamland, too). Every car that passed that wasn’t an ambulance only served to freak me out more, while everyone around me told me to calm down, that everything was fine.

I ignored them all, muttering about how long it was taking. I was rather surprised to see that only five minutes had passed since I called 911. At that point, Dad showed up (in his old car) and blocked the driveway, which elicited much yelling about moving on my part. The ambulance materialized at that exact moment and, having nowhere to park, drove forward. Of course, I thought they were leaving, so I spazzed some more.

Next thing I knew, I was hovering over Chebbar as three children -- I swear, they looked to be about 16 –- walked in, with one boy leading a BLIND girl toward Chebbar where she groped around trying to find his wrist to take his pulse. I stood there dumbfounded before a guy in wildly printed MC Hammer-type pants walked in, assuring the room at large that it was “cool”: apparently the children were work experience students. Oh, great.

My mom had been there telling me to stop freaking out one minute, then was calling from Costco the next, asking if anyone needed anything (she even went so far as to demand I ask the work experience kiddies if they wanted anything). The very next second she was walking through the door with a six-pack of Magic Bags.

And then I woke up.

Now, dreaming that your loved one –- one who is marginally overweight, could eat a little better, and could stand to be more active –- has a heart attack seems pretty awful. Of course, being the nerd that I am, the first thing I did when I got to work was to search the meaning through one of those dream interpretation websites. Apparently “to dream that you have a heart attack, refers to a lack of support and acceptance. Perhaps you also feel a loss of love.” Or, it could signify a “Loss of love or security. Need for someone to care for you.” Huh. Interesting.

Hmm... Most of the major players were there: Mom, Pop, Dad, Sis, the people who are supposed to help us (paramedics). They were all laid back and taking everything in stride as I hung one step above complete melt-down. The overwhelming message from ALL of them was to calm down because everything was going to be okay.

Here I thought I was doing so well with this whole lay-off thing, that I had everything under control and was coping well, especially considering the mess I went through last summer when Chebbar wasn’t working and I was facing the end of my job. Obviously my subconscious found it necessary to give me a not-so-subtle reminder of who is REALLY in charge around here, and I guess I wasn’t really buying my repetitions of “everything’s going to be fine.” Heh.

Hey, brain? POINT TAKEN! Now, piss off: I want no more health scare dreams about Chebbar, capisce?