dream theater

I dreamed I had to drive a friendly acquaintance from the curling club to the ER because he couldn't breathe. Like, he was breathing, but only very shallow because his lungs were full of crud and he couldn't breathe properly, much less well. Took him to the ER, went and took care of some other things (?!), came back to find he was going to be admitted, and on the big triage board thing that I have no idea if they have in real emergency rooms (I think I may have seen one one of the times I took my mom in?) he was marked "admit" and also "condition not really that serious," which, given the seriousness of his condition, made one boggle at how badly everyone else must be doing. I also had to notify his wife at some point that this was what was happening to him.

When I woke up I remembered that the curler in question was the skip of the team I was on when my dad was first diagnosed and I went into a tailspin of inability to focus on anything else (including, some days, even my own needs) and really struggled to meet external responsibilities like work and rehearsals and teammates.

So here we are within eyesight of the third lap of the COVID pandemic, and Christmas is coming and it's hard for me to care, and my dad's birthday is tomorrow. So that dream sounds about right.