Look! It's a dream, NOT about David!
Haha...but first, gotta just say that the stupid stomach/spaced out thing STILL is not gone. I felt fairly yucky when I got up this morning and opted to stay home at least for the morning to see if I could coax it into leaving. A nap (yes, I actually fell asleep, thus the dream below) did me some good but not QUITE enough good. I kept sitting on that fence of should I/shouldn't I go in to work despite feeling queasy and foggy brained. After thinking about it awhile I decided that resting and not having to concentrate for several hours straight (and be "on") would be the best thing for me to do and might actually get me back to baseline by tomorrow, so I called in again. Note that this morning I was able to speak to my department-mate; this afternoon I got her voice mail...and BOTH times I got my boss's voice mail (but saw her in person when I went home sick yesterday). To my surprise (and not in a good way) she called me shortly after I made my final "I'm staying home for real" call..."just to check in and see how I was doing." She wanted to know if I needed her to make me an appointment to be seen or do I want to wait until tomorrow. As I explained to her, I'm planning to come in tomorrow no matter what...and if this hasn't run its course by then I'll probably make an appointment to see if there's anything that I need to be doing. I also explained that I've had this since Friday night, along with the migraine that knocked me for a loop yesterday. I ran down the entire list of symptoms, so I hope that was enough for her. I felt uneasy after that call, though -- yes, I'm not HORRIBLY sick, not throwing up, and I myself questioned (internally) whether I should try to go in regardless of feeling spaced out and queasy -- but on the other hand I don't feel well and it's hard to concentrate when I feel like this, so I don't feel like I'm malingering (well, maybe just a little bit, but I'm not taking this time off to "play" at all). I just felt like she was checking up on me in a suspicious way. She hasn't pulled any control freak stuff on me in awhile, so maybe it was just my time to be under the microscope.
Anyway...about the dream I had this morning:
I was in my apartment in the usual spot (my computer desk). I remember looking at some sort of calendar or other wall hanging that was in front of me, and then it moved a little to the right and there was something else in its place.
Then I was "wrestling" with some wooden object that looked like a miniature portable shelf -- the shape wasn't too clear in my dreams except it was something that could have been affixed to the wall to hold stuff. It was absolutely filthy and I was cleaning it, brushing dirt off it, and wiping it down.
Then I was outside on the lawn, except the lawn extended much further beyond the apartment, and the property wasn't sloped, and there were sporadic largish trees. I remember at one point looking back at my building and it was in the correct place relative to where I was standing. I saw a box of books that I originally had discarded for recycling pickup, but there they were on the lawn. I pulled out one book -- it was an anthology of essays about slavery. I held that aside. I started looking through the box of books again, and a woman told me that was her box and I told her it wasn't.
Then I looked around me and saw that an old-fashioned flea market or rummage sale was taking shape around me (in the dream I at first thought it was a swap meet). People were setting up boxes, tables, and booths. I was aware (not sure if it was just a "known" thing or if someone told me) that it was associated with a family named Bartholomew. They were in charge of running it.
I looked at a ? watch? cell phone screen? not sure what, and noticed that it was past 3:30, and I realized that I had forgotten my midday check-in for my sick time at work, but then I lost track of even calling in to say I was sorry I forgot to call.
By now the space was enclosed, like a huge warehouse, kind of like the Habitat for Humanity store here in town. I began walking around looking at the wares as well as people watching. There were lots of people and I had to be patient as I walked, waiting for them to get out from in front of me, or having to go around them. I saw a pregnant woman, and also saw a very obese man walking with a hefty woman. I kept on stopping to look at the jewelry displays -- they were all "flea marketish" stuff, cheap stuff, costume jewelry or "crafty" stuff like one sees at church fairs and similar events. I saw a few cutesy short dresses in one corner of the building, but they were obviously maternity clothes. END