stroke in Spain in 2020. It's a little difficult to rehash that story because it brings back a lot of miserable times for both of us. Nonetheless, it is a major part of our 19 years living in Poland. So, I feel it's necessary to put that chapter into the archive.
As I was writing it, or should I say, recalling it, because it is all documented previously when it was actually happening. Much of it is copy and paste, followed by a check to ensure everything is correct. That event occurred just as COVID-19 was starting.
One of my dreams during that time that I absolutely don't remember was very strange.
During a short sleep, I had a strange dream.
I
was at home, getting ready to make dinner, but the kitchen had an
island with a large tablecloth hanging over both sides. I turned on
the burners and placed meat, potatoes, and vegetables directly on
them, no pans. When I realized what I had done, I started taking them
off.
Then
I heard my cousin Harry talking to me. He has been dead for three
years. I looked under the island and saw him crouching there. As he
came out, his brother Don walked in and started cooking his own food
on the stove. I asked him if he didn’t see mine, and he said no.
I
said, “Fine, I’ll just take Joan and go out to eat.”
Harry
said, “You can’t. Joan is in the hospital, and we can’t leave
because of the virus.”
Even
in my dreams, this virus is there.
Now, that was a strange dream.
