Dreams of the Dead

But before that, things turned out worse than I feared with Rocket. He has a massive abscess on his head (which explains some paperwork with 'grease' spots I need to toss now) his eyes are healing but that was bad. They gave him an antibiotic shot and sent him home for me to care for. Lots of pus coming out of it now. He is a vicious fighter. He rage shit/pissed everywhere earlier this year with the foot abscess. I have to figure out how to restrain him and wash this with saline. I need another set of hands.

Last night was nothing but bad dreams. It began at my paternal grandmother's house (where my uncle with the brain cancer lives now, which in theory comes to me) I was in the living room when my grandmother ran through in a hysterical state (she's been gone since the late 90s) What is she going to do with her boy (the one who is dying) She grabs me with hands covered in motor oil because she had been cleaning his work clothes (he was a mechanic) and begs me to help her with him. I 'wake up' in the dream and tell my mother this dream only to realize there is motor oil on MY hands now.

The dream morphs to something weird with a guy trying to date me but that's all gone from my brain. Then I'm at my maternal grandmother's house (she's been gone several years now too) and apparently I'm upstairs packing because I live there (I had wanted to but there was no job in the area so we sold the house) She's yelling at me, why have you sold the house? Who are these strangers in our house (we had the house 99 years).

After that I refused to go back to sleep. So I'm telling my parents this tonight. They both go quiet. Dad goes 'last night I dreamed your Uncle B (gone since 99) and Lucky Uncle (who just passed) along with his BFF (died in Jan) had come to pick him up. they insisted he get in the car in the back seat (where he never rides) . he didn't know where they were taking him only that they wouldn't let him say no.

Mom says 'I dreamed I was with A (her bff) in a very old kitchen. They were cooking and dancing around in the kitchen like the nonnas they should have been. When A's Aunt A (also long gone) knocks on the door and comes in to get them and she's crying.

I'm scared to ask if my brother dreamed of the dead too.

No fandom stuff tonight, haven't had time to even think about it (doesn't help that all my fandoms are either dead or on hiatus). Speaking of dead, holy Shit, saw a graphic about Netflix when it comes to genre stuff, they're the new Fox tv. Almost ALL of them were canceled in one season. That is so disappointing.