Hello everyone. I have put off writing this all day. First I have not felt well and second I wanted to do it without sounding overdramatic. But Ron’s panic when he saw the EKG’s and his insistence that if it ever happens again I must wake him right away, I think a little drama is warranted.
Last night, I had a dream unlike any dream I have had before. Something to keep in mind is that other than my nightmares about my childhood abuse, I have the ability to gain superpowers in my dreams. Even in dreams dealing with my adoptive father lately I have seen my self trying to stand up to him, even if I am unable to get the words out that I want to shout and instead being woken / waking up with Ron trying hard to help me and telling me I am either shouting or making guttural sounds at a large volume.
Last night was different, I had no powers, and in my dream I knew I was about to die. The dream took place in the front yard facing the street in a home we use to own. One of my favorite homes. It was very dark, no moon, and was slightly raining. We also had rain last night. In my dream as I twisted and danced to avoid stepping in a large puddle on our walkway to the street, (I did not have and did not seem to need my ever present canes) a black car pulled up in the street next to me. A woman was in the car and gesturing to me, I could see this because she had the inside car dome light on. As I approached the street she pulled up to the curb in the next door home.
As I walked toward the car she pulled into the driveway of the home. I was not sure what to do so I stood there in the yard. The woman got out of the car and had a large double barrel shot gun and pointed it at me as she walked towards me. I turned to run but tripped and fell on the ground.
As I rolled over she was less than five feet from me with the gun pointed at me. In my mind / dream I knew she was going to shoot me. In the dream I remember thinking she is going to kill me and I cannot do anything to stop her. Then I woke up with my Apple watch buzzing like crazy on my wrist. Unlike Ron or James, I wear my watch all night. The watch was displaying a red alert saying I was in AFIB. I really couldn’t process what the watch said as I did not have my glasses on and I was struggling to breathe.
After a while I calmed down and got my glasses and ran an EKG from my phone. That also came back bad with AFIB. I laid in bed for another 45 minutes cuddling with Ron before doing it again. The reason I did it again was I was again having shortness of breath. It again came back with AFIB. My chest hurt so I got up.
When I did so I woke Ron and that is normal. He asked what was going on and I stupidly said my heart was in AFIB and I stupidly told him the truth, that I was having trouble breathing and my watch was saying I was in AFIB. Ron worked 16 years in the Open Heart ICU and I don’t think I have ever seen him out of bed that quickly. He demanded to see the EKGs, so I gave him my phone. That started a morning of checks, repeat checks, lots of me being told to do this, don’t do that, and being watched like a toddler around open live electrical wires. After I had my coffee and breakfast, my heart rate returned to sinus rhythm. It has stayed that way all day. The breathing problem is much worse at night when I am laying down in bed. Anyway, that is what happened. I was not scared until Ron seemed to be so upset. I never had a dream where I was in danger and couldn’t save myself that was not related to my childhood abuse. This time I knew she was going to shoot me and I was going to die. Weird. Hugs



So here is the photo I quickly took as Ron had taken the heavy stuff he wouldn’t let me handle out, and after I set up the fan. It will be grand to get our room back. But still we have to reapply to FEMA to pay for all the bids we finally got, but now FEMA has closed our account since it has been this long. We have to now start a new account, get a new inspection and hope we get enough money for the 30 grand in home repairs we need after the Hurricane. Hugs