A Dream

I dreamed I was riding in a huge van with my mother. My mom was driving. We were going from one place to another, though I don’t remember where now.

She started going down a hill that was at the incline that makes me paranoid because I rolled down one in a car when I was three. So I asked her to slow down and I was looking sideways to not freak out.

Mom knew exactly why I asked her to slow down so she really pressed on the gas and the steering wheel was bucking against her. I told her she didn’t have to slow down that much, but it was too late.

The big van was out of control and we were headed off the road. I couldn’t see where we were going, but I knew it was bad. I told her, “I love you.”

When I woke up I was curled in a ball. It was quiet. I didn’t know if the crash were real and I was in the hospital and just wasn’t feeling the pain yet or if it had been a dream.

I woke up in bed and rolled over to curl up next to R.

I wasn’t upset, but it was a strange dream.

Usually when I have nightmares, which I would count wrecking a car as, I wake up hollering. I don’t know what that was about.

I couldn’t get back to sleep, though, so I got up and worked on school and then I came here to write it down.

I have lots to work on with my online class, but I kept making a mistake that erased what I was doing, so I stopped for a while.