Odd mish-mash
Last night, I dreamed of coming close to death. I was in my car with P at the beach. We were trying to leave and the car slid back into the waves and sunk. Suddenly, it was vertical and sinking quickly. I rolled down my window and got out, then helped P out of my window just before the car sunk under the waves. I woke with the cat lying on top of me and P's arms around me. Both P and the cat had heard my labored dream-breathing and comforted me as I slept.
On my commute this morning, I kept coming close to death and pain. First, an ambulance went screaming past me. I continued on, came to a place that I usually turn and couldn't turn as the ambulance from earlier as well as a fire truck were blocking the road. On the sidewalk were about 5 firefighters, all working on some person lying prone on the concrete. The paramedics were running up with a stretcher as the light turned green and I drove away.
Later, I was at a light and waiting to turn left. A woman and her (I assume) daughter ran across the street in front of me, against the light. The little girl dropped her bag in the crosswalk right in front of my car. She tried to tell her mother about the bag, then turned around to get it herself. A piercing scream, squealing brakes and the smell of burning rubber, along with a look of absolute fear on the little girl's face are burned into my brain. The van stopped inches from her. She stayed frozen in place for a moment, then retrieved her bag and continued running for the bus with her mother.
The morning's events have thrown me a bit out of kilter. I could use cuddles from the cat and P's arms again to help me let the images go.
On my commute this morning, I kept coming close to death and pain. First, an ambulance went screaming past me. I continued on, came to a place that I usually turn and couldn't turn as the ambulance from earlier as well as a fire truck were blocking the road. On the sidewalk were about 5 firefighters, all working on some person lying prone on the concrete. The paramedics were running up with a stretcher as the light turned green and I drove away.
Later, I was at a light and waiting to turn left. A woman and her (I assume) daughter ran across the street in front of me, against the light. The little girl dropped her bag in the crosswalk right in front of my car. She tried to tell her mother about the bag, then turned around to get it herself. A piercing scream, squealing brakes and the smell of burning rubber, along with a look of absolute fear on the little girl's face are burned into my brain. The van stopped inches from her. She stayed frozen in place for a moment, then retrieved her bag and continued running for the bus with her mother.
The morning's events have thrown me a bit out of kilter. I could use cuddles from the cat and P's arms again to help me let the images go.