Worries and Fears

Last night I dreamt that Wes and I were staying somewhere with grandma and papau. I think mom and Kathy may have been there as well. It was a condo or something where there was a main living area with a living room and kitchen and the bedrooms all branched off of it. We were just getting unpacked when Wes starting talking strangely. Most of what he was saying made no sense at all. He didn't seem to be aware of it, and I started to get freaked out and told him I was calling the hospital. He protested, but I was too worried not to. For some reason I then tried to lie and say I was just calling his doctor to ask them about it. I kept trying to call 9-1-1 over and over, but I didn't have the right prefix. I tried it with a one and with a four before the number, but I kept getting wrong numbers and stuff.

Finally I dialed four-four before the number and it went through. By then I was crying and really upset and trying to tell them what was going on. They said they'd send someone, but I told them I didn't know how to explain to get to the house (which I suddenly knew was my Aunt Sylvia's). Before they could even reply, grandma and papau said they were driving us to the hospital. They did, but on the way there, I got upset because I realized they were sending the ambulance anyway, but we wouldn't be there when the ambulance arrived. Grandma assured me that was okay and that it was more important that we get there quickly.

We got to the hospital and they took Wes into a room but wouldn't let us come. I was crying and trying to explain that I was scared because his dad died young and his mom had a stroke when she was young too. The doctors said it was fine but they made us leave and go back to the house. Suddenly it wasn't a house but a hotel attached to a mall. I kept trying over and over to call the hospital but no one answered. Finally I apparently dialed Wes' number without realizing it and he answered. I was crying, and he told me it was fine but that they thought there might be fluid on his brain that was making him confused. The connection kept cutting out so I could only hear part of what he was saying. Finally I hung up, but I didn't want to go back to the hotel.

I eventually did go back because I didn't have anywhere else to go and the mall stores were all shutting down. When I got in, no one else seemed to be there, so I went to papau's room. For a few minutes I was sure that papau was the one in the hospital, the one I was scared for, and I kept hugging one of his shirts. Eventually I tried calling the hospital again but Wes hadn't ever hung up his phone, so all I could do was listen to what was going on to his room. I could hear him talking nonsensically to his roommate, and I could hear the TV in their room. When papau got  back, he asked me what I was doing (I was lying on the floor with his shirt with the phone up to my ear). I told him I was listening to the music on the TV in Wes's room.

That's about when I woke up. Very, very exhausting dream.