Dreamland — A Tale of Two Guardians

My dreams sometimes guide me. My dreams sometimes let me escape. My dreams sometime let me remember. My dreams sometimes protect my health and possibly my life.
Diana mentioned that my dreams have been vivid lately. They have been. They had for days the theme of Friends. Sometimes even in the middle of the dream or the end, pops up the title screen of the sitcom of that title. No one friend came to mind. I made more of an effort to lower my barriers and let my friends know I care and know they are important. My sleep two nights ago was the most peaceful in weeks.
I do not record my dreams. I did a long time ago, by keeping a journal by my bed and writing down thoughts when I woke. I found for me that it didn’t seem to change things. It didn’t seem to speed up the lessons I was to learn. I found that the highlights I seemed to be needing to remember to guide me did anyway, whether I wrote them down or not. I have spoken to others about that and most have said writing them down made a difference. We have to be ourselves. There is something else that now makes my dreams more profound, that confuses and clarifies a dreams purpose to me.
I went out to dinner with two good friends last night. We were having dinner across from a medical center that does diagnostic work. We were there because my friend had gotten her mammogram done. I remembered the restaurant when she mentioned the place because twelve years ago I have gotten an MRI there. The year I almost died and became a type 1 insulin dependent diabetic. Part of my pancreas died that year and the ability for it to produce insulin was lost. That is important to my story of dreams. Synchronicity once again.
I categorize my dreams in two types. There are the normal dreams, which can be pleasant and much of the above descriptions. The other type are the most vivid and the most important. They are my body telling me that I am in danger. Sometimes they are almost like hallucinations. They indicate that my blood sugar is low and crashing. I do not know what would happen if I did not wake. I do know that I can go into a diabetic coma. I do know that I can die from those. I do not know and never wish to find out how low my blood sugar has to be for that to happen.
This might be the reason I do not need to write things down. My mind actively monitors my dreams. It is not something I try to do. I believe it tends to make my sleep less restful than most people because my mind will not turn off. It can’t.
I have been in the middle of a dream and had my mind interrupt and ask if this is a vivid dream or is my blood sugar low. I sometimes wake up soaked in sweat from the blood sugar crash. I sometimes check my blood sugar and find out it was a false alarm and just an amazing vivid dream with my blood sugar levels fine.
My father was a type 2 diabetic and my mom would sometimes wake up knowing something was wrong. His breathing or something tipped her off. A couple times needing to call paramedics to assist in raising his blood sugar. Then a trip to the hospital.
I live alone. I only have my guardian dreams to protect me. I am fine with my mind being alert and sometimes interrupting an amazing dream because it is there to protect me.






