I can’t find my car on my last day of work dream.

I’ve had some really intensely disturbing dreams this week. Disturbing in the fact that I can’t figure out what in the name of Pete they were all about. (Whoever Pete is.)

Last night though…that was just plain weird.  I was visiting my niece, then someone found my coat at a bar, so I had to go and get it. From there I went to interview a pregnant woman who wanted to have her baby on a cruise ship.

Then I went to my parent’s old house to get my car for work. I got there, and it was 11:25 and I had to be to work by noon, but I could not find my car. In the midst of that, my mom had one of the great grandkids in the bathroom, and he pooped so bad she barfed.

I said “Just once, I’d like to be able to find the car I’m driving!” My dad asked me what was going on, and I said…”No matter what car I drive, it ends up missing, like someone moved it.” In this particular dream I was driving the Nova, which had been missing in real life since likely the 80’s. Dad said “Oh, someone finally found that? It’s got to run rough by now.” I said “Yup….I drove it here, and it’s a beast, but now I can’t find the damn thing and I have to be to work by noon.” By that time it was 11:45. So, Dad said “Well, luckily it only takes 10 minutes to walk to work from here.” Mom came outside after puking and said “Walk fast…don’t be late on your last day of work!”

My I can’t use this bathroom because a gorilla is loose dream

I am standing in my living room, but everything has been moved around.  My curio cabinet is in the middle of the room, tipped over and half it’s size.  The fireplace is over by the kitchen doorway, and the tv is where the curio cabinet used to be, only it’s in pulled out away from the wall about 3 feet.  I can’t quite figure out who did it, and nobody will admit to it.  So, I decide I’m going to go into the bathroom to take a shower.

I leave my living room and suddenly I am in the hallway of another building, looking for my bathroom.  There are people wandering around, and point me in the direction of my bathroom which is in this other building.  While entering the bathroom, I see someone walking a young gorilla.  “What is this place?” I ask, and am told that it is a place for special gorillas who learn to communicate with sign language.  Essentially, it is gorilla college.

As I close the bathroom door behind me, I realize I am in my parents’ old bathroom.  I thought to myself this is fine because I know this bathroom.  Suddenly, there is an alarm going off.  This giant gorilla, who was called Kong…(go figure)…got loose, and he’s scared and he’s ginormous.  Well, that’s just great because I can’t possibly take a shower with a giant gorilla running around.

So, I run back to my living room and say “Ok, we gotta go.  The only place I can take a shower is in Port Byron, IL.”  So, we jump in the car and drive.  On the way, we have discovered that the highway is leading to unknown territory and all the signs are gone.  We have no idea where we are going, and I said “Great…how the hell am I gonna get my shower now?”

I ended up in my parents’ old basement where, lo and behold there was a shower.  Not only was there a shower, but there was also a secret room way in the back of the basement where people would go to work.

I had peanut butter before I went to sleep.

Mother’s Day 1959

May 10th, 1959…mother’s day.  A beautiful young wife (from Ireland) and her movie star handsome American husband were ready to welcome their first born into the world.  At about 5:30 am (or so the story goes), this beautiful young wife became a mother for the first time to a bouncing 9 lb baby girl.  The story is also told that this baby girl was born already lifting up her head because she was about a month overdue.  The doctor said, “Well, Josephine, say hello to your month old newborn.” They named her Kelly (after her grandmother O’Kelly in Ireland).  The rest is history.  This year, her birthday falls on Mother’s Day yet again, and I have to say it makes her a little sad.

Happy mother’s day mom from your very first Mother’s Day present.  I surely do miss you.  “I love you forever, I like you for always, as long as I’m living, my mommy you’ll be.” mom2a

My dream about my dad.

My dream started at the house we all grew up in (aka 548), and all of us kids were standing in the kitchen. The house was pretty much torn up, so I am guessing it was in it’s pre-tearing down stage after Walgreens purchased it.  I had just finished reattaching the old brown and white paneling on the kitchen walls.  My brother Will said “Nice job, I like what you did.”  Then, we started talking about Dad, who had been in the hospital, something to do with his hip.  Upon discharge he would be going back to the little red house behind the old dairy queen.  (The house the folks bought when Walgreens took over 548.)  We were all worried about who would take care of him, since I don’t live basically down the avenue from that house anymore.

We decided it was time to leave 548 and come up with a plan.  After walking outside, we turned around to find the back porch was completely gone and the kitchen door was boarded up.  A car then pulls in the driveway and it is my niece, her fiance, my nephew and his wife, their mother and her hubby.  When my niece’s fiance gets out of the car, all these papers blow out into the alley at 548.  “What the heck is that?” we all asked. To which my niece replies “They are all car insurance cards….he saves every one of them!  Uggghhh.”

We all get in our respective vehicles and drive to the little red house.  While there, we are talking to someone about whether or not dad will need care after he gets home.  In the shadows of the kitchen we see someone in a hat with his back to us.  At first I think it’s my brother Will.  He turns around and it’s our Dad!  He looks great, wearing his old light colored 10 gallon hat, a white shirt, black cowboy tie, black pants and his black cowboy boots.  He walks over, standing straight, not limping anymore.  I looked at him and said “Daddy!  What are you doing here already?  We were so worried…I thought you were dying.”  He gave me a big old hug and said “I’m here to tell you I’m ok and so is your mom.  Everything is going to be fine.  You don’t have to worry so much anymore.”  In the middle of the hug, I woke up.  It felt so real, I was looking around for him. My dad passed away in 2007.

To my parents

My heart remembers this time of year

As I think of my parents so dear

And through some tears I write these words

In hopes their souls will hear

Mom, my mother, my hero

You came to this country with nothing

Yet achieved everything

Proud with tales of the Motherland

Yet even prouder to become an American

True to yourself as you were to us

You faced adversity many times and did so with dignity

Hard with a punishment yet always gentle with your love

And while the words were rarely mentioned

That love was never questioned

My last vision of you-a lifeless body on the floor

Will remain forever etched in my mind

But my memories of you will always overcome

Your beautiful face, inner strength, tales of our heritage

You inspire me

You left this earthly world unexpectedly

Causing us to wonder why

I miss you mom, rub my leg?

Dad, my daddy, my bestest friend

So charming and full of wit,  always with a joke to tell

Such a truly caring person, always helping others

With a love for your family that made you stand proud

And an undying love for mother

A love like no other

Even after she passed

You were never one to be alone

Dying in your loneliness, yet too proud to let on

“Don’t worry” you’d say “I’m ok”

Your love for us was always mentioned

And that love was never questioned

My last vision of you slowly slipping away from me

Will remain forever etched in my mind

But my memories of you will always overcome

“The face”, your humor, your love for my mother

I adore you

Mother called you back to her

And your loneliness was gone

I miss you dad, squeeze my shoulder?

My parents…married April 5th, 1958. the folks