13 August 2007

Bad dreams

I had a nightmare. You know how it goes... Wakes you up breathless with your heart pounding...

I dreamed Mama survived cancer only to die in a car wreck. I even vividly remember hearing about it on the radio on my way to work... Wreck at Broadway, fatality involved... Missed call on my cell from Daddy... I was in too much traffic on 440 to answer. Got to work and realized I missed another call... Still too busy to call back.

She's good, thank goodness. And whether you believe it or not, there has been occasions my nightmares come true. I know she is not headed down that route soon. Of. The. Good.


chez béz said...

Ugh. Hate dreams like those.

Glad all's well.

Fueled by very spicy foods and beer before bed the other night, I dreampt that GingerSnaps lived in the house where I grew up.

I love the quirky dreams like that much better.

'Coma said...

Ohhh, dear Klinde.
I had dreams like this as well when my mother was sick that I won't go into here.

Dammit, my eyes just welled up.

On happier news, Blackstone at 5 p.m. on Friday.
Look forward to seeing you.

Klinde said...

Mike: I prefer the quirky as well. Those don't make me feel like I have been punched in the stomach.

'coma: I know lots of it have to do with the cancer. I know that, unfortunately, you know all too well what she and I are going through.

No tears! At least not til I see you Friday!