D-Dreams: Rafts & Rations
Everyone else had seemed to be employing their own floating mechanisms, though I don't clearly recall what the rest of my dream participants were using to manuever through the rocky waters. Some were actual sea-worthy vessels, while others were more inflatable poolside-style. K2 and Crystal was there. Cherise and her daughter were on one of those round amusement park water ride cups. Then we had Manny, George, and Scott who were all up near front on a white water raft, complete with lifevests and helmets and elbow pads while steering the convoy with plastic oars (actually, the oars were spoons).
But I didn't have one, as had been the case earlier on the river. Instead, I had several bags of syringes and managed to hide those in my clothes, along with some bottles of Humalog. A few others had done the same, and so as the weird dream sequence played out in this bed-lined prison shelter, we all had to ration the needles and insulin in order to survive. So, what could have been several people exchanging bottles of insulin instead manifested itself into the old tins used during war-time...
Yet, interestingly, there were no blood tests happening in this weird world. Just Ration Tin Insulin SWAGing, I guess.
This carried on for what seemed like forever, but in the dream world who knows how long it really might have been. At some point, my attention focused to the fact that something was licking my face. My eyes opened, and there was Riley. With her front paws up on the side of the bed, giving me a good morning kiss. And that is where the crazy dream ends...
So, that's one of the D-Dreams from my end. What do I take out of them, aside from the knowledge that the DOC is on my mind in real life and in the dream state? I guess the point is: If I'm ever going to be stuck on a river convoy and imprisoned in a place where pump and insulin isn't allowed, I hope it's with the DOC. And that there's a loving dog at the end to greet me.
Here's to a Not So Twilight Zoney 13th, and a Happy Weekend!