This was a dream. I say again, this was a dream — because it was so horrific I do not want anyone mistaking it for real life.

I dreamed my mother had a stroke. In the dream we were seated in a movie theater, her to my left, and a friend of mine to my right. The previews were on, and I commented to her about one of the actors. Rather than replying in hushed movie-theater tones, she replied to me at full volume a rather nonsensical reply, which had the intonation of a question but was just not right. “Are you alright?” I asked her, and she said another non-sense sentence. I stood up and grabbed for my cell phone in my pocket, fumbled it and it fell into my friend’s lap; he’d have to pick it up because I knew I had to get my mom out of the theater and to an ambulance. I picked her up, putting her arm around my neck, and sort of drag-walked her out into the theater hallway. At this point in the dream I was sort of panicing, and was not sure if I should indeed call an ambulance or not. This uncertaintly was due to my panic clouding my judgement — of course I should call one. But I was not sure if an ambulance arriving at the theater would be the best place or if I should try to get her out to the sidewalk or what. And my phone — I couldn’t call. So I shouted for some people to call 911 but I could not tell if anyone did, so I continued to move her to the sidewalk. I finally lay her down and a person who may have been a doctor (who happened to be at the movies) came over to help but of course he didn’t know what could be wrong; from his perspective it could be a heart attack or a fainting spell, only I had heard her garbled sentences which meant a brain problem, either a stroke or worse.

This dream concerned me enough that I phoned home today rather than the traditional Sunday that I typically do with my parents. But she was out at a conference and wouldn’t be back until Sunday sometime, so, I just have to hope this was not any kind of premonition.

Ben has arisen! Or his plane will be arising shortly, as he departs for the far East. He has left our house in Boulder as of today. Here’s a pic, of him (on left) with his friends Devon (seated), Hulce, and TFJK. Pic stolen from another website; I was not there.

Ben’s a class act. If classy means respectful, smart, and amiable.

Best definition of a relationship I’ve read in awhile. By my housemate (for 2 more days!) Bassist!

I’m not getting this — but someone should. (I’ll hold off for a “dream sequence” Gutterball Lebowski and Viking Helmet Maude). (And then I won’t get that either).