A Canoe, a River, a Boy

I dreamed that Charlie, Thomas, and I were all canoeing down a narrow river last night. I was scared, the river was swift but really dirty for some reason. I had looked intently at the river bottom and seen snakes coming out from the sand.

Thomas had fallen in at this point, and, although the river wasn't deep, I was scared.

I climbed out of the canoe, silt and soft mush squished between my bare toes. I was afraid of the snakes, and crying. Charlie had kept canoeing downstream, leaving me there, holding Thomas.

I called out to him, I wanted him to come back and get us. He said I would have to walk downstream a ways, he wasn't stopping. I placed Thomas on the bank of the river and tried to climb out, but I was crying too hard. I couldn't get out of the river.