Robert dreams outlandish things, like he’s in a movie. People often tell about incredible dreams. Me? I can’t remember a dream, ever, in which I did something out of the ordinary. Am I boring? I seem to always just dream about real life.
This morning I woke up while dreaming that my kids and I were at some kind of event in a large building, like a convention center or maybe a mall. It was not a familiar place. I think there were play structures for climbing and sliding. Just like in real life, I was trying to keep Ian in sight and he was moving all over the place. I also remember Caroline in the dream clearly. A man I don’t know told me that Caroline pushed his son and then I walked all over this area that looked a bit like a library to find her and talk about it. Ian was not in that part of the dream, but in the next part I was searching for him. In the next, scary part, which is probably why I remember this dream (I usually don’t), I looked toward a set of escalators and at the edge, near the top of the left one, I just saw an arm sticking up. I though, “Oh, no! He’s been sucked down inside!” yikes Thankfully, when I headed up the escalator, I found him standing at the top, grinning proudly, like he always does when he strikes out on his own.