I suppose I could practice with my real broom..
I had a great dream last night.
I know. Other people's dreams aren't very interesting, but what I wanted to share was one detail that shouldn't have been important but was.
So I was snoring away last night, and as per usual, my dreams were vivid and colorful and weird as heck. (I'm blaming the plaquenil.)
In my dream, I was still working at my last job which was at an Alzheimer's facility. We were having a party, all my favorite clients were there, and we were having a great time. The highlight of the entertainment was watching someone frost a cake with a hairbrush that turned the icing into pretty colors. So after the party was finished and all the residents had left, I was alone in this dream party room and started to clean up. The floor was covered with shiny pebbles for some bizarre reason, so I went to the janitor's closet, came back with a broom and vigorously swept away all the glossy brown and deep red pebbles.
When I awakened and thought about my dream, what struck me as odd wasn't the hairbrush that turned cake frosting into a vivid shade of pink, or the floor covered with colorful rocks.
No -- what I found amazing was that I grabbed a broom and swept a large room without breaking a sweat. I remember that even in my dream I was thinking, It feels so good to really use my muscles. I leaned into each draw of the broom as I swept my way over the large floor. It felt like a strange waltz of sorts.
Sjogren's has changed everything; even the things about which I dream.
4 comments:
It's amazing isn't it? That's the one thing I say most often to my doctors. I just want to be able to exercise again. I never enjoyed sweating but I sure loved the sculpting classes and feeling my muscles work! And the really sad part of today's blog is how happy you were about sweeping. I was laughing with my sister last week about how I was actually EXCITED about getting back to CLEANING THE HOUSE! Small steps...
Perhaps you're ready to begin a career in curling? :)
I've never thought about the unbelievably bizarre dreams I have now being related to plaquenil. Interesting...
I like LM was having the same train of thought...
Curling... Since we have been watching Olympic Curling here at the King home... My hubby loves it so.
I could hear.... Sweep ... Sweep in my mind.
But alas... The reality of not being able to do things that I once took for granted. Shopping even. Let alone exercises and housework. It's all about the pace... My slow pace.
My dreams are always vivid, colorful, and weird as heck ~ so glad I'm not alone.......
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