Monday, November 13, 2006

I had another dream asthma attack last night.

I cannot remember but bits and pieces of the beginning of the dream, although the context is quite familiar to me. I was trying to escape something, traveling with just a bag, going from place to place looking for help. At one point, I was trying to get a bottle of water from a relief organization, but was not having much success. No one would help me.

Somehow, my dream transitioned to me arriving home (not the one I own now) and trying to sleep. My dear friend W came in and started talking to me. I told her that I needed to sleep, but she would not stop talking. She was smiling and poking me and dancing around a bit as if I were just being grumpy and should join in her play...despite it being after 2:00 in the morning. I kept telling her to stop, that if I didn't get sleep, the MS symptoms would get worse. She just smiled and talked away. I started begging her to let me sleep, but she ignored me.

As with the other dream, I began struggling with my breathing and realized that I needed help. I gave up trying to sleep and went to seek out a doctor. When I arrived at a clinic of sorts, W told someone that I wouldn't leave her alone. I couldn't believe it! I tried to explain that she had been keeping me up when I was trying to sleep and now I was having trouble breathing.

The whole time I was talking, W just kept smiling at me, dancing around, and telling the doctor that I was a bit off my rocker and to ignore me. She always does.

My breathing grew more labored and I began to panic. Once again I asked for oxygen or Albuteral, anything to help. But W kept insisting to the doctor that I actually didn't need anything, all the while smiling at me when the doctor turned away from her to look at me.

He listened to her and not me and left us alone in the room. W just smiled at me as I continued to struggle to breathe, the room grew hazy and stars flashed in front of my eyes. Instead of fainting, I woke up.

This time, my sats were at 88 when I awoke.

1 comment:

ftwayne96 said...

This sounds like something out of Franz Kafka.