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.
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.
posted by Sherri Sanders at 8:13 AM
1 Comments:
What a terrible dream. It's amazing how we dream of having to rescue our children.
Now that Seth is starting to sit up on his own, I dream almost every night that he is falling over. I wake up lunging for him.
Reminds me of when I was on maternity leave. Almost every night for eleven weeks I dreamed that Seth was falling, and I would wake up lunging to catch him.
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