My sister, my dream
My sister Alex told me recently that she is not a good candidate for transplant. She said this was based on her being too healthy and I was so ecstatic to hear that. She has pulmonary hypertension, a rare and deadly disease of the heart and lungs, that is far more complext than simply "high blood pressure" of the lungs. (She was initially told that she had 2 years to live and that was in 1998!)
Well, turns out that she wasn’t just too healthy for transplant… they discovered that she has elevated levels of platformed reactive antibodies to HLA antigens (and apparently, patients with this have higher rates of organ rejection than do patients without such antibodies.) As a result, she has to go back for more tests and it may turn out that even if she was dying, she may be blacklisted from transplant wait-lists! This SUCKS.
This is weighing heavily in my mind because should something serious happen and transplant is the only option, they may leave her to die. urgh. Something like 6000 people die each year waiting for transplant (that’s 1 every 88 minutes)
After IM’ing Alex this morning, I decided to sleep and catch a few more winks before work (I’ve worked all weekend and came in the night before.)
I then had a dream that my other sister Jennifer died. My brother Ralph made our entire family go on this roller-coaster in Mexico that didn’t have seat belts. he said it was alright and that not a lot of people died on it. The roller coaster ended up dumping its passengers into a huge pool and I knew that some of my siblings (at least 3 of the Castro kids) couldn’t swim. I was the first to go underwater, and stayed there until I saw all of my family get dumped in the pool and helped them up to dry land. I helped Jennifer, but later, after the last sister got helped to shore was I told that Jennifer died in the pool!
This was such a horrible dream. I cried and cried, I was WAILING. I was slamming my fists into tables, throwing major fits, cursing, and in so much pain. Then I demanded to see her body and when I did, I touched her and she came to life.
What the FUCK does this mean?
September 19th, 2005 at 11:53 pm
Debbie, I was always told that a death dream was, in fact, a positive dream because it meant that the person you dreamed about is going to live a long life.
You could also look up dream interpretations online. Here’s what dreammoods.com says under “death”:
To dream about the death of a loved one, suggests that you are lacking a certain aspect or quality that the loved one embodies. Ask yourself what makes this person special or what do you like about him. It is that very quality that you are lacking in your own relationship or circumstances. Alternatively, it indicates that whatever that person represents has no part in your own life.
Chin up! Death dreams are not uncommon. I pray that everything turns out well for you and your sisters.