Enfermita

Today was quite possibly the worst day I've had in a long time. I stayed home from work (came home early yesterday too) because I felt crappily sick. The bronchitis kind of sick, not the barf kind. And you know how when you're sick, stuff seems like out of proportion or something? I mean, sometimes it seems like everyone is yelling at you or talking in a really low voice, or like everything looks distorted or far away. Well, I was dreaming much of the time I was sick in bed. And guess what I was dreaming about. Yep, Honduras. I was in Tegucigalpa walking around, but it wasn't really Tegus. I went to Pollo Campero, and there were all these stupid gringo high schoolers complaining about anything and everything. I was trying to cross the road with several people (it was Blvd. Morazan, a major road there) and we got stuck in the middle of oncoming traffic and cars were swerving to miss us, but wouldn't let us get to the other side. Omar was on the other side of the road yelling at us to get out of the road, and I started crying becuase we couldn't. And I was blaming the whole thing on the gringos. Somehow, I ended up safe at Michelle's house (which isn't Michelle's real-life house) and it was SO nice. There was this little boy with me, I think it was Denis from Germania, and he kept wanting me to take pictures of the house so he could remember it. I told him to come in the house, but he wouldn't because he was afraid he'd get into trouble.
So, I went in the house and there were 3 bedrooms. And that's all the rooms. Jessica was in one room asleep, and Omar was in another room asleep. Then somehow, they both disappeared and I KNEW they were both, uh, gone for good. I woke up so sad and scared, and since I was sick, I couldn't make myself know that they are both really still alive and well.
I HATE dreaming when I'm sick and not being able to make myself know it's fake. When I was a mission team leader, I had bronchitis, and I took a nap on a sunday afternoon. It was a dream about Teagen, one of my girls. I saw her die in my dream, and I woke up crying. Luckily my roommate wasn't there. I looked at the clock and saw that I was about to be late to our Honduras team meeting. So I went. All the girls were there except Teagen (which shouldn't have been surprising, she isn't known for being on time..... but I love you anyways!). I couldn't stop thinking that she was dead. It was terrible, and in real life I knew she was just late, but since I was sick, it didn't make sense in my head.
So tonight - no more nyquil!!
And hopefully non more dreams about people I love dying!!