Nightmare
Last night I had one of the worst nightmares I can remember. I dreamt that I was watching the news and a "breaking news" came across the screen to report that tigers from a little circus had gotten out and was attacking the 2nd grade class that was watching the circus. When I heard the headline my heart just sunk. I had let my eldest son go to that school that day because it is where my sister teaches just so he could watch the little circus. I flew across town to my friend’s house (her father was the prinicpal of that school) so I could ask her if she had heard anything. It was raining and storming the whole way as if the fear of my son being eaten by tigers wasn’t bad enough already. I ran into her house and somewhere along the way I lost my cell phone. I kept asking her if she knew anything and I got the impression that she had been contacted by her father and told not to reveal any info. I turned around to see the TV on and there was a picture of my son. His right arm had been partially bitten off, his foot was injured and he had a horrible look of pain on his face. The tigers were still after him and he was trying to escape. These views of the children were being provided by a news helicopter. The next thing they showed on the TV were clothes laying in a heap. The tigers were eating the children but not their clothes. I remember looking at the clothes and being so thankful that they were not T’s. ughh. At this point in my nightmare I actually started saying "I pray that I am just dreaming". It was such a horrible feeling knowing that my child was in pain. I think I came to grip with the fact that no one was going to be able to save my son and I kept saying "if he dies I hope it is not painful." All during this time I had my friend’s cell phone and was trying to dial her father to get info. She wouldn’t come out and tell me the phone number and kept telling me to dial " a family ". Do you know how difficult it is dial by alphabet when you know your son is being eaten by tigers ? I kept messing up the number. Her cell phone was pink. Inside her house was very dark. The storm was still going on. I will never forget the look of pain on my son’s face.
Thankfully, the dogs (real life) barked to say that they were awake and needed to go potty. I rolled over and looked at my eldest’s son face and wanted to start weeping that it was just a dream. I didn’t because I didn’t want to frighten him. I’ve never been more thrilled to realize that I had just been dreaming as I was this morning. UGH and whew.
I always try and figure out why I dreamt something that I did. I think I had this dream because not long ago I watched part of a documentary on "Grizzly Man" (I think that is the correct name) about the person who lived and interacted with the Grizzly bears in Alaska and was eaten by them. He and his girlfriend. Dh just had to tell me that they didn’t put the part of them "screaming while being eaten" on the documentary. Gee thanks, dh. Just what I needed to hear. I’ll never forget that and it haunts me.
Here’s to peaceful sleeping tonight. I need to dream about soft, fuzzy kittens and sunshiney days, with rainbows in the sky. Go to my "happy place" as Melman says. lol.
Oh, just realized - this is not a good start to my "Marvelous Monday".
