No, really. I don’t mean some life situation gone horribly wrong.
I had a legit horrible nightmare.
I was trying to have a funeral for my grams but it was a couple of weeks after she’d passed and for some reason she wasn’t cremated yet so she looked, uh, awful. I had her wrapped in some weird old-lady quilt and tried to make her look good in her casket.
There were two people in the viewing room while I was trying to get her ready and they wouldn’t leave and they were heckling me. I painstakingly tried to paint her face so she’d look good for the viewing and I couldn’t stop crying because I wasn’t doing a good enough job.
Then I got an email from a family member saying that this wasn’t what she wanted and I was so angry because who does that person think they are – having never given her help when she needed it to dare to try and be a know-it-all all of a sudden. I didn’t respond to the email and knew that person couldn’t find where we were so I wasn’t afraid.
I went back to applying makeup – and woke up.
Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t want to see where it was going because it wasn’t going anywhere good, but now it’s all stuck in my head and I don’t want it there so I’m getting it out of my system.
All triggered by taking the wrong way to my friend’s house and passing close to my grams house. Not even in front of my grams house. And there was a pole in the front yard. For what? Who knows. A flag? A satellite? Again, your guess is as good as mine and I really just wish I could erase it from my brain because I don’t want to know and I don’t want my brain to be all “Hey I’m Nancy Drew and want to solve mysteries!”
So shut-up brain. That’s an order.