A year ago I woke from a nightmare and walked into an early fall Midsummer Night’s waking dream . . . .
Last night I dreamed that our family–including Jim and the four children who suddenly are all away at schools in four states–was at some kind of combination kids’ store and restaurant.
In my dream, I left to get the car because it was snowing and I didn’t want Jim and the kids to have to battle through the storm. My feet were bare, however, and first I struggled to find the car. Then I had to extricate it from a densely packed lot and re-park it without careening into another car. As I did so I thought that at any second I’d hear the screech of metal-on-metal and there would be no warning sound: any skidding would be muffled by the vortex of white. I’d be alone inside the car as glass shattered and the steel bent. No one would hear me scream. Somehow, the crash did not come.
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