Thursday, June 5, 2008

Sometimes Dreaming Really Sucks.




I'm usually all about dreaming. I think it's great. You get to do random things, and it all seems real. Sometimes you do bad things, and then you don't even have to feel bad about stealing that lady's car or punching that guy, because you didn't actually do it.

But sometimes dreaming freaking blows. Like last night. I didn't have the best of days yesterday. I was all stressed out and having a bunch of anxiety, which for me is extremely rare, so you know it was a bad day... Anyway, I kinda was just over it all, so I decided to go to bed and just start over the next day. Sounded like a great idea.

I got all settled in and next thing I knew, I was driving along in the back seat of some dudes car going to church. Everything seemed alright, but apparently the guy (an older man) was a diabetic and he forgot to give himself insulin and passed out while driving. So, all of the sudden the car hangs a louie and we jump over the center divider into oncoming traffic. Amazingly, my friend riding shotgun (I can't remember who it was...) didn't even notice what was going on, so I had to jump from the back seat and grab the wheel. We start careening through oncoming traffic until I can get us to safety. Meanwhile this guy comes to, pulls out a syringe and starts administering himself insulin while this is going on...

I was able to safely bring the car to a halt on the side of the road, and we were all OK. I thought this was the end of my problems, but I was wrong.

Where we finally pulled over, there were a group of cars parked and a bunch of people standing around. I had to get out of the car after all the near-death stress, so I got out to see what was going on. We were parked just a bit off the foot of a big mountain. So after a couple of moments there, I heard a huge crack and I looked up at the mountain to see the beginnings of an avalanche. I thought that it was pretty cool looking until I realized it was a HUGE avalanche and it was headed right toward us. So we all started running away and this huge sea of snow came pouring down the mountain and across the road toward us. I'm a really fast runner, so I was able to get safely up a small hill and out of the reach of the rushing snow. Some of the people I was with weren't so lucky...

The fortunate thing about it all was that I happened to have a shovel with me (???). So I started searching in the drift and digging people out as I found them.


I was able to pull everyone out of the avalanche, so I guess that makes me a hero or something, but all I really wanted to do was sleep. Sleeping was more stressful than being awake.

Just to explain the picture, the subtitle to it should read "Bad dream honey?" because the dreams are so real sometimes that it takes you a second to figure out it was just a dream when you wake up...

I think I'm going to take drugs tonight so that this doesn't happen again...

2 comments:

Heather said...

so i think this might be my fault. Remember sunday when you said " Heather, you shouldnt fast if you're diabetic... or some other word you used..." Remember that?

deanna said...

maybe you took drugs that night...thus the dream.
xoxoxo