Under Water
Had a vivid dream the other night.
I was driving along Route 5 near the water when a white-out storm whipped up...I couldn’t see anything and even though I put on my hazard lights I was worried about being struck from behind...
...and I was.
I worried about being pushed towards the lake and then there was water rushing into the car.
I was startled awake.
Actually sat straight up and Miller came by and screamed up at me. That damn cat is like a siren.
I was glad to be alive.
Checked the time on my phone:
02:14.
Still had about 4 hours left to sleep.
Yet, I thought about the old adage that you can’t die in your dreams.
I find that to be true, but vivid dreams fascinate me. I have a lot of them. I’m a very vivid dreamer and the crazy, nonsensical ones stick with me.
Four hours later I got out of bed and went outside.
It was snowing pretty hard.
Was bitter cold.
I had a long drive ahead of me.
The client called:
“If you can’t make it I’d understand,” he said. “It’s snowing pretty good here by the lake.”
I snapped back into the dream.
A watery grave!
“Nah, I’m coming.”
Thankfully no white out conditions...
...made it home and back.
Ready for bed.
And dreaming.
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