Head Cold Trips

So many dreams have gone un-transcribed due to a much appreciated break from computer usage.  I'll start with what I remember - the two most recent dreams I've had while suffering from a dizzying cold and unruly temperature.

Wow, Everyone Hates Me

While quite frankly delirious in the music room of our friends' house in Seattle, I dreamed that I was struggling with recalling names.  Working with little children, this was not a strong point, and yet I looked with horror at all of the people around me knowing that I couldn't for the life of me remember what to call any of them.  My co-teachers and the parents shook their heads as I struggled to cover for my lapse of memory, saying, "we heard that sometimes you are on the ball, but sometimes you are completely, utterly worthless.  We have to agree."

I abandoned my work, escaping for the airport.  The dream spiraled off into a million little subplots, wrought with their own interruptions and chaos, but the part I remember the most was seeing in a mirror that behind me stood my old best friend.  We do not talk anymore, due to growing apart as much as anything, but there is something negative there.  In my dream that "something negative" was colossal.  She was planning to stab me to death.  Great.

Long time no see, Shell-Shock

I dreamed last night, still sick but recovering well, that I saw my old friend Corey, someone else that I don't speak with anymore.  I know that he is married now, and in my dream he and his wife had a small daughter.  But when I encountered them, things were not going well at all.  Corey had been sent to Iraq as a soldier, and had suffered the rigors of war as well as the grisly deaths of many close comrades close-up.  He told me all about men dying in his arms, covered in blood, and him breaking down from the pointlessness of the killing and the emptiness of war.  He couldn't hold down a job nor hold together his family.  He had repetitive nightmares and relentless flashbacks.  When I woke, I wrote to him to warn him not to go to war.  It seemed imperative that I tell him something of this, though I can't tell why.  I feel like it's a very basic, obvious picture I should be painting for ACTUAL soldiers, after all.  You have to be kidding yourself to believe there is any glory in war.