From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   Monday afternoon (2024/02/05) I took Mom to her new doctor (Dr. H.) as her   
   long-time doctor (Dr. E.) had to close shop because his building's co-tenant   
   closed shop and Dr. E. was unable to find another partner to take up the lease   
   for the other half of    
   the building.   
      
   So Mom's going to see her new doctor (last Monday) which was timing   
   *perfectly* with her migration into a retirement home (that's been "in the   
   works" for awhile now) and the retirement community requested a covid/WuFlu   
   swab and a TB scan, either the skin    
   test or a chest X-ray, so we opted for the X-ray because it would be   
   (theoretically) faster.   
      
   Yesterday (Tuesday) I'm in the office of the retirement community (aka "the   
   Happy Home") filling out all the legal papers (there's nearly ⅓ʳᵈ of a   
   ream of papers!) when I get a call from Dr. E's office, that Mom's X-rays show   
   signs of pneumonia /    
   fluid, and she needed to get the E.R. *pronto!*   
      
   Well, I went home (from the Happy Home) to give her one of her favorite meals   
   (beans, but with some extras that I pitch in) then I took her to the E.R.,   
   that being around 6:30 PM-ish, and she was practically hibernating except for   
   when they jabbed her    
   for an IV to take her blood, and they *kept blowing* veins / hemolizing (that   
   word is worth up to 315 points in Scrabble!) the samples.  (They never got a   
   clean blood test for her kidneys, but that really was immaterial to the cause.)   
      
   The result was she was discharged around 11:30 PM and started on some   
   antibiotics today (as well as having had some from last night at the E.R.)    
   This means she's "good to go" for the Happy Home.   
      
   Well, as a result of the late-night ordeal, even though I got the dog out   
   around dawn, I still wanted to sleep in a bit (like until *nearly* noon!) and   
   *then* I had at least 2 dreams that were of mention, so here they are:   
      
   1) The dreamer was viewing a scene that was more dim than sunny, nearly   
   cartoonish in coloring.  The main focus of the area was a pond of sorts, and   
   in that pond were some curious fish, one of which seemed to resemble myself,   
   and another that seemed *   
   dangerous* to the point that the dreamer was calling for anyone *in* the pond   
   to get *out* of the pond!   
      
   Another *part* of this same pond-scene involves the dreamer *removing* ---   
   some *thing* --- from the dreamer's torso, from around the right lung / ribs   
   area, something that *felt* like a suction-based leech.  Regardless of who it   
   was doing what, the end    
   result was that there was a sense of avoidance of a parasite / death of some   
   form.   
      
   Yet *another* part of this same pond-scene involved the dreamer seeing a *wee,   
   small critter* (stone-shaped object) near the edge of the pond (up *almost   
   directly* ahead, *possibly* slightly to the right of the position / direction   
   the dreamer was facing)   
    and it gave the dreamer the sense of a turtle with its head stuck in the mud   
   of the bank, so the dreamer reached forth and plucked the object out of the   
   mud bank and looked at it, and sure enough, it looked like a turtle had its   
   head pulled *way* inside    
   its shell.  (Upon writing this up, the *face* of that turtle was very   
   reminiscent of my elderly mother with the oxygen cannula on her face.)   
      
   Upon pulling the turtle *from* the mud bank (and seeing its face) the turtle   
   became a small (baby?) cottontail rabbit, and while the dreamer held the   
   rabbit for only a moment, the dreamer knew instinctively that wild baby   
   rabbits have no desire to be    
   held, and it hopped away.   
      
   I can *only relate this* analogously to the fact that *tomorrow,* Mom will be   
   moving to her new "Happy Home."  I only have maybe *one* (MAYBE two, with an   
   imaginary 3ʳᵈ) memories from my early *early* infancy on Leaf Avenue.  All   
   my main childhood    
   memories (and from August 2013 until today) are from this home that she and   
   Dad built back around 1963/64.  This being her last night here, she's *very   
   much akin* to a turtle in hibernation with her head in the mud bank.  I'm   
   *very much hoping* that as    
   of tomorrow, she'll "transition into" that baby bunny rabbit and begin a new   
   life hopping forwards :-)  (Clarity 7-ish to 8-ish, as that pond scene was   
   *murky*!)   
      
   In another dream, what I can recall is the dreamer meeting a young (presumably   
   married?) couple as if the couple had knocked on the door of the dreamer, and   
   the dreamer was opening the door to them.   
      
   The couple presented the dreamer with a baby, like "new born" status,   
   *possibly/presumably* a boy, and the dreamer experienced a moment of joy, as   
   if "*This* is for *me*?" but that moment *transitioned* as if in an instant   
   into an image of a very elderly    
   old woman (on the left, very much presumably as my mother) kissing the infant   
   (as I recall, the baby was on the right facing her) although the elderly woman   
   was *rather shaky* / feeble, seen as a light-blue, light-on-black silhouette,   
   while the baby    
   looked just like a baby (full color, life, solid, etc.)   
      
   That image simply ended, and I really couldn't tell you if that end scene was   
   Mom meeting herself as *she* was born, or her memory of me when *I* was born.    
   Either way, I'm getting that "lump in my throat" that starts *below* the   
   throat, like from down    
   in my heart somewhere.   
      
   All I can say is, my Father was/is an *excellent* planner (!) (as his   
   preparations have made all this possible.)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)