He was screaming and had his hands over his eyes. I was so scared to see what was behind those hands, but thankfully, his eye was still in tact. His eyelid was bleeding and now he has this little scab. I repeated tests to assure his vision. I kept covering his "good" eye and giving him a thumbs-up. Each time he gave me his version of a thumbs-up sign--an index finger-up. That was reassuring.
|Unfortunately, I can't account for the other scrapes on his face.|
And now, for my crazy dream. This is one of those things that you'll wonder about. Why did she include that? you will ask. I'll tell you why: I think it's fascinating that I would dream something like this and I wonder if it means something. I would like to extend an opportunity to my vast readership to interpret the dream. With that build-up, here it is:
I was cooking dinner for my family and my parents (who were here at my house) and also Marianne's three youngest children. Carolina (Marianne's youngest) was sitting on the counter top helping me. I was slicing pork from a pork roast and putting it on top of rice. I realized that I wasn't going to have enough meat for everyone and so I matter-of-factly (which must not be a word because it's underlined in red squiggly) cut off Carolina's hand (which really isn't too meaty) and put it on top of the casserole-like dish I was making. It sounds disgusting, but in the dream there was no blood and Carolina didn't even flinch. As I was putting the dish in the oven to bake and using both of my hands, I realized that things might be difficult for little 'Lina without both hands. I also realized that Marianne might be upset that I had cut off her child's hand and eaten it. I asked my mom, who was helping with the dinner preparations, what she thought. She was undecided and didn't think it was a big deal. I wondered if I should try to salvage the hand and take Carolina to the Emergency Room to try to get her hand sewn back on. I wasn't sure what I should do with my own children while I took Carolina to the hospital. It seems like my mom offered to stay with my kids if I decided to take Carolina to the hospital. I got the dish out of the oven and was going to retrieve Carolina's hand. Then I woke up. I was horrified and when I realized it was only a dream I was incredibly relieved. Now, what do you think of that?
By the way, this week I came across the word "whoa" in several different things I was reading. Though none of you helped me, I was able to ascertain the proper spelling through my own stumblings (which also must not be a word--more red squiggly).
Au Revoir! Again, the French class.