Dream Chronicles

So this morning I was reminded of the drawbacks of waking up to the news. My alarm first goes off at 6 am, and I typically fall back in and out of a light sleep for the next hour to hour and a half… and boy, does my brain pick up on a lotta info during that time. And sifts it into some seriously odd dreams. I can have 6 or 7 mini-dreams during this time.

This morning, I vaguely recall dreaming about the doctor and two nurses being charged with four counts of murdering their patients while trapped in one of the hospitals during the chaos in New Orleans after Katrina. I don’t remember much, except trying to talk to them and understand what exactly happened and why they did it. Personally, not knowing the details, I can only imagine what kind of horrid choices they had to make during those days.

I also remember dreaming of Tropical Storm Beryl, and being relieved that he seems to be staying away from land. No real interaction in this dream… sometimes I think my subconscious just absorbs the news, but doesn’t necessarily create a scenario out of it.

The only dream that really stayed with me in any detail was a real shocker… and I can’t find any references to it in the news. So that one could have been a Ms. Pukesalot’s Mom-Brain-Special. I remember watching a deep blue (Blue Angels kinda blue) mid-size passenger aircraft attempting to lift off. But it seems to be having trouble keeping it’s butt up. The tail end keeps dipping down, and I can tell the pilots keep trying to bounce it back up. It’s in the air, but not far off the ground. Suddenly, the tail end completely bounces up and flips the whole plane over… the momentum smashes it down into the ground, and it bursts into a spectacular explosion of flames.

That’s pretty much all I remember, except standing there shocked and having no idea what I could do to help. What anybody could do to help, actually. Not a pleasant dream.

But, since the rest of the support staff are out early this morning for one form of training or another, I vowed I’d make a concerted effort to get in on time. Somehow, that sense of urgency stayed with me this morning, and I finally managed to cut off the dreams. I’m kinda thinking that was a good thing, for more reason than one.