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dreamflowerI just woke up from an extremely vivid and unsettling dream.
The DH and I had gone for a drive to visit our son and his family, who were apparently living here on the Coast (they don't--they are several states from here) and found them living with friends in a storm-damaged apartment building. We visit, giving gifts to the grandkids, and leave, but find ourselves lost in unfamiliar streets, and blocked by rubble from getting back to the familiar ones. Then for some reason we abandon the car (my DH's bright yellow VW Thing which we sold nearly 25 years ago) and set out on foot. We find ourselves having to cross an increasingly flooded bridge on foot, having to hold on to the railing as the water grows deeper and deeper. Just as it seems inevitable that we would have to swim and be swept apart, I say "I can't do this" and wake up.
I can't imagine why I would only *now* be having such an obviously Katrina-induced nightmare. It's been eight months since the storm, and this is the first time I've had an unpleasant dream that was not the sort I usually have. It made me twitchy. It's almost time for us to get up anyway--at least in another half-hour--and I am ravenously hungry.
The DH and I had gone for a drive to visit our son and his family, who were apparently living here on the Coast (they don't--they are several states from here) and found them living with friends in a storm-damaged apartment building. We visit, giving gifts to the grandkids, and leave, but find ourselves lost in unfamiliar streets, and blocked by rubble from getting back to the familiar ones. Then for some reason we abandon the car (my DH's bright yellow VW Thing which we sold nearly 25 years ago) and set out on foot. We find ourselves having to cross an increasingly flooded bridge on foot, having to hold on to the railing as the water grows deeper and deeper. Just as it seems inevitable that we would have to swim and be swept apart, I say "I can't do this" and wake up.
I can't imagine why I would only *now* be having such an obviously Katrina-induced nightmare. It's been eight months since the storm, and this is the first time I've had an unpleasant dream that was not the sort I usually have. It made me twitchy. It's almost time for us to get up anyway--at least in another half-hour--and I am ravenously hungry.
