Last night I had a terrible dream.
My husband and I were on a big ship out on the ocean with a large group of people. The weather turned bad and a huge storm was approaching. We could feel the water churning and see monstrous waves heading toward us.
I asked my husband if we could try to stay together by holding on to one another, or at the very least try to find one another after the wave hit if we survived. He told me no. He said his mother had told him to just look after himself.
I stood there stunned with hot tears streaming down my cheeks as I felt the wave hitting the ship. I couldn't believe he didn't care about me. I didn't even try to hold on. I was swept away in the wave. I was wondering how it was going to feel to drown and that I wouldn't have lived anyway because of the diabetes.
I woke up gasping for air and panicked. The dream was so vivid that I couldn't shake that it wasn't real for a moment or two.
My blood sugar was high this morning when I tested before breakfast. I'm sure it was because of the dream. That seems to be a trend lately. Bad dreams equal a higher morning blood sugar. It's happened quite a bit lately. I'm always back in range by lunch time.
I hope your dreams were more pleasant than mine.
CW



