i heard zoloft brings on pretty strange nightmares and dreams and well, no body was lying. i remember belladonna nightshade being a key factor in my dream like i guess it was what my dogs ate that was making them sick and killing them but i was also very fearful they might have something like rabies? it was weird but then i had the same fears about my dad and i remember specifically in the nightmare he had this awful injury on the back of his head like it was a huge open wound that reminds me, now that i think about it, of the wound on my dogs back that we’ve been trying to heal for the past couple weeks now.
but yeah like i, was outside and i came back in because i knew something was wrong and i found my dad in the living room. he’d fallen out of his wheel chair and was on the ground grasping at the curtains trying to get up or something and while i was calling 911 all i could manage to dial was 011 no matter how many times i pressed 9 it just came up at 0 and my dad kept insisting he was fine before becoming unresponsive and i kept feeling like i was wasting time. i was wasting time and he was going to die because of me. and it was all my fault. but no matter how hard i tried i was only dialing 011.
eventually i think i noticed the phone just wasn’t working and i looked down and my dad wasn’t breathing and thats when i woke up.
there was nothing behind the curtains despite my backyard being there when i was outside with the dogs. it was like where i was in my house didn’t exist. there wasn’t anything outside the window.
