This Ain't No Magic Mushroom

The path was soft under her feet, so much so that she stopped to look down as her feet sunk into the grey walkway. As she followed the twists and turns her coral and blue skirt danced behind her as if a mild sea breeze was facing her.  She thought it was so odd for it to be breezy in an enclosed area.  As she followed the path, movies played, people laughed and images of familiar people appeared beside her.  The enclosed area became very dark as she had to duck to enter a room.  There before her was this huge ball, as she got closer it became clear that it was a mushroom.  She stood still for a moment and gazed around catching her reflection in the mirror, the reflection was me.   I was walking the path, I was wearing the coral and blue skirt I was inside my own head and there before me was the answer to my question about my brain tumour.  All these Doctors and all these specialist, and I, little ole me, figured it out, tumours are mushrooms.  I start screaming "let in some light, the light will kill the mushrooms"  I think I'm so cleaver having figured out what thousands couldn't.

And then, I woke up.  I don't sleep well, and I don't dream much, perhaps it's the meds but this dream was as real as this computer I'm typing on right now.  Clear as a bell and sadly disappointing that it was "just a dream"  Perhaps my mind is working over time as I prepare for my 4th MRI on November 4th.  It's been almost 10 months since my surgery.  Will it look the same as post surgery, did the tumour they left behind grow?   If only the upcoming radiation was as simple as opening the curtains to let in some light.  Ugh, tumours are hard on the head!!!!