I Had an Amputee Dream.
In the dreams I’ve had since leaving the hospital, at least in the ones in which I’m walking, I’ve been walking on two feet.
Makes sense, since I walked with two feet for 55 years, and the lack of two feet is very recent. My brain probably is having a hard time catching up.
Except, last night, I had a dream in which my left foot was gone.
Now, I’ve been on a lot of amputee and disability forums and boards, and the topic of dreaming with one foot has come up a few times, with the consensus that very few people in this situation dream about themselves missing a foot.
My dream was about returning to work, and also running into a good friend that I haven’t seen in a really long time.
In both cases, people were really nice and sympathetic, which was nice. My friend gave me a very sweet hug, which was super lovely. Even a co-worker who I know doesn’t like me in real life was lovely to me.
Now, I’m not much for symbolism, but I have gathered a couple things from this dream.
I’m very nervous about returning to work. For a multitude of reasons. It’s the thing that’s giving me the most anxiety on a day-to-day basis.
My friends mean a lot to me, even in dreams. The presence of someone there who greeted me warmly and made me feel loved is kind of a representation of all of the people in my life who have made me feel so, and continue to do so on a daily basis,
I’m not sure, but I think the co-worker who was there is my subconscious trying to tell me that returning to work might not be as fraught as I’ve made it out to be.
Regardless, it is interesting to me that I had an amputee dream. I guess my brain has finally caught up.
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