Yet another dream about my mother

I've been ill with upper respiratory symptoms since last Monday. I went to the doctor (actually, Hilary, the NP) on Thursday and was given a steroid shot that reduced the symptoms temporarily. This allowed me to feel well enough to play at Phil Brady's until late on Friday and then perform with the band at the Lakes at Highland annual neighborhood party. I woke up with significantly worsened symptoms today (Sunday). I've been resting in bed all day. I went back to sleep this afternoon around 3pm and had another in the series of dreams about taking care of an elderly parent or grandparent. I was in Athens going with Scottie to visit Mom in a nursing home. Scottie backed her car into the downstairs wall at our old house. We then were driving down Alps Road and the car seemed to be having mechanical problems. Mom appeared to be OK but it seems there were some kind of restrictions on our visit.

In response to Tom Hodgson classifying me as an academic

I suppose I'm somewhat of an academic or least I have scholarly leanings; but, if there's one thing I'm good at, it's seeing the complexity of human reality and understanding how we oversimplify everything to create a little order amidst the pandemonium.

We don't believe we matter

Believing I am valuable, I'm as good as others and I matter is difficult for human beings. There is no objective proof that anyone is valuable and the world bombards virtually everyone with shaming experiences that produced irresistible feelings of worthlessness and inadequacy. Yet, the belief that each life is intrinsically valuable and each is just as valuable as any other is at the heart of every respectable spiritual tradition.