A few days ago I awoke after several dreams about caring for folks suffering from dementia. There was a man and a woman, both older, and I had some kind of relationship to them. At any rate, I felt the cold unavoidable clamp of responsibility.
There were times within the dream, where I couldn't figure out if it was me with the memory loss and fuzzy brain or if it was me doing the care taking. And who was I to these two people anyways.
I woke up glad that 2013 was over.