Well, I spent the first night in a bed with mattress, the first time since Oct 26, 2014. It is a momentous date and occasion to me.
I had trouble getting onto the bed. I was laughing at my self as I struggled. It is sooo tall. If I had gotten the box spring, the bed would have been higher than the ends and most of the back would have been covered.
Since I had put a folded king bedspread down to sleep on, I unfolded it like a sleeping bag and slipped inside with the USMC wool blanket over me too. I always take melatonin, 2 mg, and sleep soundly most nights. Last night, I slept soundly except for the dreams.
Melatonin makes some people dream wild and scary dreams, but melatonin stopped my dreams. At least, I am not aware of them often.
Last night was wild. In my dream I noticed that Maggie May was gone. She was nowhere to be found, so I was sad. Several days later, some young friends came over. I have no idea who they were. But, apparently in my dream I knew them. There was some discussion of going for a walk. Of course, I could not. There was joking about them pulling me or pushing me in some sort of wheeled contraption.
So, off we went around a town I did not recognize. Whatever I was being pushed in was not something I recognized. I careened around town, afraid I was going to die if they wrecked it. At one point, they were talking about all the birds and wondering what they were. I looked. This was near a park or in the park. There were guineas, turkeys, chickens of all breeds, maybe thirty birds altogether. THERE right in the middle was Maggie May. I called Deee-lie-laaah in a high voice and she turned and looked at me. I waved and called again. She made a move to me, then turned away. I figured she had chosen where she wanted to be.
Okay, so I was glad she was alive. But, she was not home where she would be safe. That made me sad. About two days later, I awoke to an unusual ruckus. There in the grassy part of the back yard was Maggie May and the birds from the park. I was really happy she was back, but I wondered how I could feed them all. Also, I wondered how long it would take for them to kill all the grass with foraging and poop, If I called Maggie May to close her up so she could eat her nightly ration of oats, would her new crew come in, too?
Then, I woke up.
Do you dream about your chickens or animals?