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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