BrittanyJordan

I had another nightmare about Elliot on Sunday night. I was babysitting him with one of my bar customers, Denny, (who in waking life is an insufferable human being and he was no different in the dream world) Denny was working on something in the grass and Elliot was asleep on a blanket (He is 2 now but in the dream he was just a baby again) I go over to help Denny with whatever annoying request he has and Elliot wakes up and crawls over to a very small stream, more like what happens when you leave a hose running on the lawn and the water starts to pool and run, and stuck his little head right in the water. I ran to pick him up out of the water but he had already rapidly bloated up and turned into what looked like a very strange imitation of a baby. Once I realized that he was dead I shutdown whenever anyone in the dream tried to talk to me. I kept thinking, this is a dream, this has to be a dream, this cannot be happening (and it was, thank goodness) but it all felt so real. I remember seeing a photo of Julian, Sydney and Elliot all together and happy.
This dream tainted my whole day with an undertone of dread.