I had a bizarre dream last Friday night that Andy went on a field trip with his school. I had met up with them at the event but wasn't driving. So I guess I left the field trip and did something and arrived back at his school just as all the field trip drivers were getting back. It was rather chaotic, so I parked and went in. And he was no where in the school. I kept searching the halls and finally found his teacher, who couldn't even remember whose car he had been in. And she was so unconcerned about it. And my heart kept beating faster and louder and I could feel my chest tightening up as I was pushing my way through the school halls. It was awful.
And then I woke up and saw that it was 7:04am. And as I mused over the dream and its significance, I came up with 3 theories:
1 - I have an innate fear of losing one of my children in a crowd (but what parent doesn't have this built-in fear),
2 - I don't trust his teacher at all, which is stupid because I think she's pretty dern cool and she seems a heck of a lot more responsible than me,
3 - My subconscious recognized that 5am had come and gone and neither of my boys had stumbled into my room to get me before daylight. Therefore, my subconscious entered panic mode figuring something just short of death must have smothered them in their room.
Yup, I think it's number 3. So I finally get to sleep through the night and this is my reward.
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