Thursday afternoon I walked Okaasan to the subway station and the shopping area and we wandered around the supermarket together - I yet again learned that a good housewife does not just choose ANY old cabbage...cut ones are bad, small ones are bad, anything with a mark on it is bad, one's with the wrong kind of green leaves are bad...
Also had a slightly bizarre exchange near the lunchbox section: "Oh, this looks good, shall we buy it to eat when we move house?"...."Err, we moved house already...yesterday!"..."Did we? Oh yes!".
As that book on dementia explained: Carers may feel that they are in a different world with their family member.
Talking of a different world. And this is where the blog is gonna get weird.
I picked up Bob cat from the vets later in the afternoon and then we had the fun of him exploring our rooms upstairs, sniffing and staring at it all. Finally he settled down by the heater on his old blanket. He's an old, sick cat and he's moved so many times he seems to be satisfied as long as there are familiar smells around.
Nighttime was a different matter. He paced. And yowled and paced and yowled. I was up and down all night with him. Sometime just before dawn I had a terrible dream. A nightmare! Get this:
I dreamt that we were at the bottom of the stairs outside the kitchen door and we heard a young women laughing. We opened the door and saw Okaasan standing there by the utility room door, looking asleep or dead - and growing out of her neck was another head! It looked like a Japanese mask or doll - white skin, black slit eye sockets, old fashioned "China Doll" hair. Yujiro and I rushed to try and tear it OFF Okaasan and I remember putting my fingers between their heads and pulling hard to separate them!
Isn't that a horrible dream! I have no idea what it means. Apart from the obvious that I am very tired and stressed.
I believe/know I have a little ESP (and my mother had it more). But I don't feel anything particularly in this house. Certainly not a bad feeling. But I do believe that sometimes when people move into a long-time empty building their presence can activate the past. When I was a child my mum and step-dad had a similar experience.I kind of sensed a movement in the first floor Japanese room yesterday too.
The laughter in my dream wasn't malicious. More joking. But I also knew we had to separate the girl's head from Okaasan's body.
One student today said maybe I should get a priest to come and do an exorcism in the house.
I don't think that is necessary. But I think the girl needs to know that it isn't Okaasan's "time" yet and that we can all share this space.
I told you this was gonna be a weird blog!