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Thursday, December 18, 2014

First-night-in-bed-with-new-mattress dream

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.

Your turn
Do you dream about your chickens or animals?


  1. every night I have nightmares and they always involve saving baby animals and trying to run to safety with them in my arms. But there's so many of them and only one of me.

  2. lotta joy,
    Oh my! Those are the kinds of dreams I had as a child when I thought I was responsible for everyone's safety. I was usually trying to rescue four younger siblings. "Only one of me" was my problem, too.

    Melatonin seems to have dampened my dreams or the ability to remember dreams. Maybe it would do the same for your memory of dreams.

    Thanks for that.

  3. Wow ! what a dream. Don't you wish you could understand why you dream these things? Obviously this was related to Maggie Mae getting out and over at the neighbors, but she is safe now, so why are you dreaming about her loss? Dreams are weird.

    1. Kristine,
      I am still never sure she will be out there. I feel relief every time I see her. I am still anxious about her wandering ways. That is why I yell and throw things at her, to make her think the yard behind me is a dangerous place. Oh, I never hit her. I throw behind her and on both sides. Usually, the vines and bushes deflect the throw or I just don't have good aim.

  4. What a dream. I rarely dream in images, but in conversations. And if animals are involved there is pain and fear and loss. In fact I would rather not dream on the whole. I don't remember the last one which was pleasant...

    1. I dream in color, action, conversations. It is like real life. And, some of my dreams are when I am awake and can control what happens.

      That is too bad dreams are not pleasant.

  5. I used to be able to remember my dreams every day and often had very fun and entertaining dreams. It is a rare event now and I miss them. If I do have a bad dream now it is that the boy is missing, wandering around in the rain somewhere, I am in a panic, catch a sight of him but never get to looking for him because I can't find my shoes or start talking to someone interesting. Even after I wake I am left with this gut wrenching "bad mom" feeling I can't shake off all day. That or a bad guy is after me and I am in a manual, I never learned to drive a stick.


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