As a general rule, I try to never bore people with the details of my dreams. Because listening to someone recount their dream to you is like hearing someone drone on about their evening of drunkenness; it never makes any sense and is way more interesting to the one telling the tale than the one having to hear it.
Having said that, I did have a doozy the other night. I was back in high school, trying to open my locker when I was hit with a wave of dizziness. I kept falling down and felt horrible, sweaty and I couldn't see straight.
When a teacher walked towards me I told him, "you need to help me, I have type 1 diabetes and I'm having a low blood sugar."
At that exact moment, Eileen buzzed and woke me up. When I went into Elise's room to check, I saw 76 with double arrows down. A finger poke showed her at 64.
The weird thing about the dream is that the symptoms were very vivid... I actually felt like I was experiencing a low BG.
Perhaps it was just a coincidence. Maybe it was just Lenny and Harold speaking to me through a dream. But I'd like to think it's that strong bond between a mother and her child.
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