I was napping this afternoon and had an attack of SP (tingles and weight). I fell back to sleep and had this dream:
My husband (Chris), my dog (Stockey), and I were driving in the country looking for a park to walk in. The road turned from pavement to gravel and the landscape became thick with plants and trees in early fall foliage. We stopped and walked along the road and saw a mother and daughter with three cats. We chatted a bit about the cats and finally arrived at a park.
The next thing I see is Chris and Stockey on a red open grate bridge with no railing in places. It spanned an enormously wide river and I couldn't see the end of it. I freaked and told Chris not to make Stockey go across the bridge if he didn't want to. He misunderstood and, instead of bringing Stockey back to me, he picked him up in his arms to carry him across the bridge. He went off balance and they both fell into the river.
I frantically called 911 but I had no idea where we were. I went up to the road to get our location and saw a street sign. It was difficult to read it and there were abbreviations that I didn't understand. I blew a chance to LD because I tried to read the sign again and the letters reversed themselves, spelling "CENTRE" backwards. :blue:
I threw away my cell phone and went down to the river. I pulled out Stockey first. He had drowned. :damnit: Then I pulled out Chris. It very difficult to pull him out and the strength of my upper body almost gave out. Chris was alive but he didn't have a stitch on.
I woke up with my heart POUNDING.
