Dreaming...

Yesterday we stayed at home...the weather took a turn for the colder for a couple days. I figured Dad needed a good rest anyway.
Dad was on the sofa with his feet up dozing off now and then. THEN all of a sudden I hear him hollar out...."I WILL GET THEM OUT OF HERE. LET ME TAKE CARE OF IT."
I jumped up off the chair in my office to see what was going on. Rod had been out of room for a little bit so he didn't witness Dad's outburst, but he heard it all the way back to the bedroom. LOL
By the time I got to the living room Dad was trying to get up off the sofa. I think he was still half asleep. I asked him what was wrong...he stared at me for a second and then said he was going to get that bunch out of his house. I told him that there was no one here and that he was in OK and all was fine. He looked at me and THEN realized he was dreaming. He scared me for a moment because that was what happened when the dementia set in.
He told me who was in his house and tearing things up and taking his things and I assured him that was not so and to not worry. {a reoccuring dream it seems} Then he almost acted embarrassed that he even got that far with the dream.

It passed and Dad seems to be just fine again. For a moment I thought, Oh no. I sure don't ever want Dad to go through that dementia again. That's more torturous than a physical condition.

All is well today...he was anxious to get back to the Senior Center this morning. He had on his new shirt to show the crowd. I think Dad will miss some of these new friends when he takes his vacation to Indiana.