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Ugh I hate being ill....GRR
I made the mistake of having supper before going to bed last night. HUGE mistake. The dreams I had were just unfucking real. I dreamt that I was wading in this long winding stream with clumps of other people and we were searching for some guy that we all cared about. We all had some sort of dredging rope and were waist and chest high in this fast-moving water, dragging this makeshift dredge, panicked and concerned. I don't even remember the guy's name anymore. I kept saying "It's my fault. It's my fault. I wasn't even paying attention..what was I thinking?"
Then at some point, the rope jerked and we all yanked on it harder, various yelps of surprise and concern erupted around me. My heart was pounding out of my chest; it ached like someone was stabbing me with an icepick.
Finally, we dragged a body out of the water and onto a nearby sandbar. It was this skinny, pale looking guy, barely a teen. He was in a fetal position and the dredge ropes had somehow wrapped around his legs and feet, bound tightly, I guess by his thrashing around in an attempt to be free of them. I was crying my head off, begging him to breathe.
Next thing I know, he's smiling at me, breathing shallowly and relief just pours through me. We're sharing breaths somehow because soon he's breathing regularly, as if water hadn't filled his lungs, as if he had never spent all of that time at the bottom of the stream.
I woke up, totally sweaty and sick. Ugh, never again.
I made the mistake of having supper before going to bed last night. HUGE mistake. The dreams I had were just unfucking real. I dreamt that I was wading in this long winding stream with clumps of other people and we were searching for some guy that we all cared about. We all had some sort of dredging rope and were waist and chest high in this fast-moving water, dragging this makeshift dredge, panicked and concerned. I don't even remember the guy's name anymore. I kept saying "It's my fault. It's my fault. I wasn't even paying attention..what was I thinking?"
Then at some point, the rope jerked and we all yanked on it harder, various yelps of surprise and concern erupted around me. My heart was pounding out of my chest; it ached like someone was stabbing me with an icepick.
Finally, we dragged a body out of the water and onto a nearby sandbar. It was this skinny, pale looking guy, barely a teen. He was in a fetal position and the dredge ropes had somehow wrapped around his legs and feet, bound tightly, I guess by his thrashing around in an attempt to be free of them. I was crying my head off, begging him to breathe.
Next thing I know, he's smiling at me, breathing shallowly and relief just pours through me. We're sharing breaths somehow because soon he's breathing regularly, as if water hadn't filled his lungs, as if he had never spent all of that time at the bottom of the stream.
I woke up, totally sweaty and sick. Ugh, never again.