Monday, 9 February 2009

Dream a little dream for me ...

I dream a lot but I don't always remember my dreams.

This week I have had three dreams and I have remembered each one vividly.

I was jolted awake by the first. Early last week I dreamt that a ginger man in a green nylon tracksuit was trying to burn our house down as we slept. When I awoke I wasn't sure if I had dreamt it or not. I lay for while trying to pull myself together in a cold sweat. Before settling back down to sleep I had to patrol the house like a member of the SAS, only they wear all black combat suits, I was wearing just a pair of big knickers to protect myself.

Last night I dreamt that the three year old had stopped breathing and I had forgotten any first aid I had ever learnt.

This dream was predetermined by the events of the previous day.

We had visited friends for Sunday dinner. The kids were introduced to Pacman on the super fandangled projector screen and they played with two puppies in front of a roaring log fire.

Before we ate the 3 year old fell on his knees knocking into the hearth of the fire. In pain, he got up crying and walked towards my husband. As my husband picked him up he arched his back, his eyes rolled back in his head and he went floppy. I lurched across the room towards my husband and boy just as he came round. Looking bewildered he started crying again. In total this event took less than 5 seconds from his inital fall. My husband and I were fairly shook up but put as he was OK put it down to fainting.

His day continued as before ... rolling around on the floor with the dogs, more Pacman, roast dinner, some shouting and chasing of dogs.

On the journey home I wondered what others would have done. I have friends who have taken their children to A&E for a simple fall or sniffle. If I followed that example I would live there.

I am fairly laid back but I started to wonder if I was too laid back. My intuition kept shouting at me that he was fine.

At work today I kept thinking about my dream. I wondered fleetingly if he might be passed out behind the OAP childminders sofa whilst I was sat typing away at my desk.

By 3pm I had rung the Dr's. At 5.15 pm I was sitting in the Dr's consultation room. My boy jumped up and down on the spot whilst I explained what had happened the previous day.

The Dr told me what I already knew. My boy had probably fainted due to the shock of hurting himself in front of a roaring fire and getting up too quickly. I was sent packing with a "GoodbyeseeyoulaterMrsD". The appointment lasted all of 60 seconds and I left the room feeling foolish, whilst my boy shouted 'Iapowaing' (translated means 'I am a Power Ranger').

The third dream ... oh god ... was AWFUL ...

On Friday night I dreamt I was being romanced by ... Freddie Starr. Yes, the short, portly, 66 year old comedian. Luckily the dream ended just before anything rude happened, but I still feel unclean.

17 comments:

Michelle said...

I wonder the same thing. We've only had 2 ER trips, and when I tell people that, they look at me like I have two heads. Does that mean I should be taking them more often than I do? Or are they just really good at hurting themselves before it's life-threatening? I'll never know.

The Dotterel said...

I think a visit to the psychiatrist - rather than the GP - is on order!! lol (and I've never, ever, ever, typed 'lol' before!)

The Dotterel said...

PS: I refer, of course to the reference to Mr Starr, and nothing else. Honest!

The Dotterel said...

Oh, and pleeeeaaaasee turn of word verification. It doesn't work; no spammer is put off by it. And those who genuinely want to speak to you are challenged so unreasonably after several glasses of red wine.

More than a Mother said...

I like word verification - it sparks my imagination.

If we went to A&E for every trip, fall and acid burn, we'd never get anything done.

halfmarathongirl said...

So far, nothing untoward in our house re: trips to A&E but I am guilty of once telling my poorly husband to 'Take two paracetamol and pull himself together' only to be phoned at work the next day to be told he'd been admitted to hospital with pneumonia. Needless to say, 10 years on and he still isn't letting me forget it!!

Tara@Sticky Fingers said...

What have you been eating?
Freddie Starr? Nooooo, that's just not right and I can't believe you even admitted it in public!
You should be dreaming about The Clooney. No actually, you shouldn't, that's my dream. But there are plenty of others out there for you to be dreaming about

Mud in the City said...

Goodness me! I don't know what is sacarier - Mr. Starr (alright - Terrifying!!) or green nylon tracksuits?

Bad. Very bad.

Little Ms J said...

I dream a lot as well and can completely and quite unfortunately relate to your last dream. I dreamt just this week that I was in the arms of a co-worker that is an older version of Groucho Marx.... with halitosis. I had my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist and I was just talking to him while he cried onto his big hairy mustache. I couldn't look at him today. Blah.

Tawny said...

All I can say is.....Freddie Starr! Oh Dear Oh Dear Oh Dear. get thee to a bath you dirty girl!

Crystal Jigsaw said...

Tonight - get a good night's sleep!!

CJ xx

Kitty said...

Oooh coinkydenky - I was pondering writing a blog about dreams too. Mine are just getting too weird. Must be something in the air.

Am glad your little chap is ok - must have been scary.

I am reeling that Mr Dotterel typed 'lol' :-O

x

jinksy said...

Goodness - what did you eat for supper?

Nicola said...

Freddie Starr???? That is hilarious! I am going to go to sleep quite uneasily tonight, trying to avoid all thoughts of him in his teddy boy outfit complete with trousers that have had a massive disagreement with his crepe shoes...

Laura - Are We Nearly There Yet Mummy? said...

Michelle - I have been to ER on 2 occasions with my boy and each time we have waited so long that by the time we see a Dr he is swinging off the furnishings.

Dotterel - 'lol', how much wine had you consumed before you typed that?! Have sent you email re word verification with a question.

More than a Mother - Maybe I should leave word verification to keep our brains functioning - after all I don't have much left after birthing two children.

Halfmarathongirl - He'll milk that one for all it's worth. I can't blame you though, man flu/ pneumonia what's the difference?

Tara - If only I could dream about the Clooney, I'd never want to wake up! My last dream was about Trevor Eve ... psychoanalyse that!

Mud - It's a har done to call isn't it. I'm still suffering post traumatic stress from the nylon tracksuits at husbands 40th party!

Little Miss J - Now I don't feel so bad ...

Laura - Are We Nearly There Yet Mummy? said...

Nicola - Do you remember the headline 'Freddie Starr ate my hamster'?

Tawny - Don't worry have bathed.

Kitty - It was scary - will look out for a dream post ... hopefully will make mine look normal!!

Jinksy - No cheese for me tonight!

Kim Baise said...

I just discovered your blog and can't stop reading. It is wonderful! As a mom with 2 and one on the way, I can totally identify with you and your sense of humor is fabulous!!
Thank you!
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