dream time

9-23-11


The following is the dream I had last night.

We were parked on the other side of a very busy street. My mom and the boys crossed when there was no traffic, and Ken and my dad crossed soon after. There were just too many cars at this point for me to go. So I waited. My dad laughed at me and this angered me. I was livid. I flipped him off and yelled that I would walk home. They all laughed, assuming I was kidding. I was not. I turned and headed down the sidewalk.

I walked for a while. I know they were following me, but I didn’t care. I took note of my surroundings, making sure I was going the right direction to get to my final destination. There seemed to be a lot more trees than I had remembered, and I chalked it up to landscaping that I don’t normally notice because I am driving.

I climbed over a low tree branch that was in my path. It was a very shaded area due to the large tree that was taking over this patch of city. As I climbed, I slipped and fell. Everything went black.

In and out of consciousness, I could see the boys talking to me through my haze. Ken was there, and he always looked so very concerned. Each time I came to, I could see how many years had passed. My boys were first teens, then young adults. Ken’s hair was graying, and thinning, but what was most telling was the worry lines becoming deep in his face.

Finally, I was awake. I looked around me and noted I was in a hospital bed. It was dark outside the window next to me. I looked to my right, and there in the other bed was my sleeping husband. He looked so ragged, yet peaceful. I climbed out of my bed and patted myself down for my phone. It wasn’t there, and this frustrated me. I needed information, and I felt as though the phone would provide me with something. I noted some of my belongings on the counter near the sink, and I stumbled over to see what was there. I found my phone and attempted to plug it in after I noted it was at 2%. During this, Ken awoke to see me there. He looked so very tired, and he was confused.

I ran to his side and told him we needed to escape. We needed to run from this place as fast as we could. He looked at me with such relief and joy. I didn’t understand why he was crying. I only understood it was imperative that we leave this place, and now.

I grabbed his hand and guided him out the door.