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last night's dream was a full moon nightmare starring dead people, as my new moon and full moon dreams often do.
In my dream, we had moved my mom to a bright colorful care facility that had community art day and live music every day at lunchtime. We thought she would like it but she stayed in her bed and kind of curled up and 'hid' from the sound when the guy was playing guitar and singing. She didn't like it but could no longer verbalize anything to let us know. Then she ended up being dirty and wet because the care facility people were too busy singing and dancing and being entertaining and serving the meal to the old people who were participating, they didn't take any time with mom. I pointed out to them that she needed to be cleaned up and have a clean, dry change of clothes and they said they didn't do that, it wasn't their job...so I ended up taking her....somewhere? I don't know, a hallway or alley or some place, and I was having to beg and buy clothes and incontinence underpants for her, and everyone was warning me to stay way from this gang member, but I told him my situation and he was very sympathetic and got me a package of underpants and didn't ask for payment because that's how he was raised and he wanted me to take care of my mom like he'd take care of his....and I was trying to get her out of her wet and dirty clothes but this involved having her half undressed practically out in public, and then my stepdad (who recently passed) was there and he was just...inferno angry, absolutely incandescently pissed off about how we had stolen his wife's dignity and how DARE anyone treat her that way!?!? He was more angry than I ever saw him in life, and that's saying something....(we had some serious arguments when I was a snotty 15 year old testing his limits....it was never physically violent but he and I would get into it verbally a lot) I was scared and sad and upset. I was trying my best and it seemed he was mad at ME, but also at the care people, and mad at us kids for moving her to a different place where they didn't take care of her.
There was also something about driving back and forth to take care of her and keeping my stuff in a janky hotel and then accidentally leaving all my stuff at the hotel.
And something about floating around the same dark dirty alley way/ hall area on pieces of wreckage with Thax and some other people....
it was all very terrible.
In my dream, we had moved my mom to a bright colorful care facility that had community art day and live music every day at lunchtime. We thought she would like it but she stayed in her bed and kind of curled up and 'hid' from the sound when the guy was playing guitar and singing. She didn't like it but could no longer verbalize anything to let us know. Then she ended up being dirty and wet because the care facility people were too busy singing and dancing and being entertaining and serving the meal to the old people who were participating, they didn't take any time with mom. I pointed out to them that she needed to be cleaned up and have a clean, dry change of clothes and they said they didn't do that, it wasn't their job...so I ended up taking her....somewhere? I don't know, a hallway or alley or some place, and I was having to beg and buy clothes and incontinence underpants for her, and everyone was warning me to stay way from this gang member, but I told him my situation and he was very sympathetic and got me a package of underpants and didn't ask for payment because that's how he was raised and he wanted me to take care of my mom like he'd take care of his....and I was trying to get her out of her wet and dirty clothes but this involved having her half undressed practically out in public, and then my stepdad (who recently passed) was there and he was just...inferno angry, absolutely incandescently pissed off about how we had stolen his wife's dignity and how DARE anyone treat her that way!?!? He was more angry than I ever saw him in life, and that's saying something....(we had some serious arguments when I was a snotty 15 year old testing his limits....it was never physically violent but he and I would get into it verbally a lot) I was scared and sad and upset. I was trying my best and it seemed he was mad at ME, but also at the care people, and mad at us kids for moving her to a different place where they didn't take care of her.
There was also something about driving back and forth to take care of her and keeping my stuff in a janky hotel and then accidentally leaving all my stuff at the hotel.
And something about floating around the same dark dirty alley way/ hall area on pieces of wreckage with Thax and some other people....
it was all very terrible.
