Dream a Little Dream of Dead Sharks
Thank you to those who offered their support and suggestions in what was the worst 48 hours of high blood sugars we've experienced with Charlie since just after diagnosis. I'm thrilled to report that things are back to normal. And of course by normal I mean 50 percent of the day in range, 25 percent high and 25 percent low. I suppose we'll never really know why it happened. Although, we're keeping a close eye on his poop. Recent suspicions have floated to the surface. (Sorry, couldn't resist. What's wrong with me. Filthy animal).
Anyway, on to the dead sharks. In the second night of horrible highs, Susanne and I were up all night checking his blood sugar, checking level of ketones and correcting. In the midst of this awfulness, I did manage to get intermittent sleep between the hours of 4 am to 6 am.
I dreamt I was in a car trying to get home. The road cut right through a large body of water, so I had water all around me. Up ahead was a large obstacle in the middle of the road. From the distance it looked like a mountain. I approached it to realize it was indeed a mountain. A mountain of dead sharks and killer whales. Hundreds and hundreds of dead sharks piled on one another with their menacing mouths agape. Trying not to drive on the dead sharks, I drove along the side of the mountain at an impossible angle, defying gravity, where a narrow strip of sand met the water. And then I awoke.
The dead sharks was a jarring image, like a mass grave. I think I even stepped outside of the dream for a moment and said, "holy shit!" We've talked about dreams before. Why did I dream this? Why did I create such an image? Is it related to what was going on with Charlie? Or was it the result of the acid I dropped earlier that evening? Any thoughts? Any theories?