The parade of strange dreams continues. This time I’m at an unfamiliar gay bar, a nice big bar that is well lit and spacious and new, with no smoke. There is a movie playing and I’m trying to watch it but I can’t get comfortable. I continuously move around the bar because I don’t want to sit next to anyone. As more and more people come into the bar I move more and more. At one point I’m sitting on the beer coolers and the waitress can’t get to them and she has a frown on her face and I ask her if I should move and she hesitates and then says yes. I move some more. I can’t find a seat that I can see and hear comfortably in. I move some more. I’m standing in the back and stay there for 5 minutes when this guy sarcastically makes a comment on how I can’t sit still. After he makes his comment, I fire back in my passive aggressive way that he always sits still. His lover or friend laughs and he doesn’t know if he should take offence and doesn’t know what to say. I then wake up. I feel fine for a second then I feel nauseous as usual. I then go into living room and don’t notice Esther half snoozing in her reading chair. She asks me if I’m ready for our usual lox and eggs Sunday brunch and I say no, not right now but I don’t go into detail. When I’m nauseas just talking about food makes me more nauseas. I decide to eat a package of peanut butter crackers to settle my stomach. Ten minutes later I go to the bathroom and the nausea lifts. Oh happy day! I finally find something that works. Usually I just get more and more nauseas until I get the dry heaves or if I dare to eat lunch I just vomit.
Today I beat the illness (for now). These little victories can be so sweet.