Fay

I've been sitting here marvelling at how irrational the human mind can be. Or...maybe just how it processes information.

Before the first utterance of the word "hurricane", I had this terrible dream last week about a hurricane coming. My mom says I knew it was coming and that I was working out my anxieties in the dream because of what we went through with Hurricane Wilma a few years ago. I'm not sure I didn't see that they were tracking a loosely formed storm system that might become a hurricane by then. In any case, I had this very bad-feeling, foreboding dream, and one of the weird things that stuck with me was how the sky went from dark to light suddenly.

Well, today, we're keeping an eye on the news coverage and looking at forecast cones for Tropical Storm Fay, which is expected to gain strength to become a hurricane as it moseys up from Cuba. And the tension inside me is kinda...growing...just like that feeling of foreboding in the dream. So, I went back through the blog archives to find things I'd posted about Wilma, partly out of curiosity and partly to refresh my memory.

I actually described the sky changing color. I honestly hadn't remembered this at all until I read it. The sky lit up at 5 in the morning and changed color. Not exactly night to day as in the dream, but I see the correlation just that clearly now. We expected Wilma to be fairly easy to get through, because of its expected strength and size, and we'd been very, very wrong.

So, of course, I'm freaking out a little. Who wouldn't after being through something like that? Even though this storm is likely to be nowhere near like that experience (and we're not expected to really get much more than a LOT of rain from the "dirty" side of the hurricane), it's the first time I've had to watch news coverage dealing with hurricane warnings in three years.

And Caedyn? Pfft. As traumatized as I worried that he was back then, his biggest frustration is that the first day of school has been cancelled, so he has to wait to see his friends! He didn't even blink when we told him that he'd likely be sleeping in our room Monday night, because there's a large, not-shuttered window next to his bed. I'm so glad he processed and moved on so easily.

Now, if only I could get my brain to do the same. :P