The other night, Mikayla woke me up at 1:00 a.m. to tell me she'd thrown up. So after changing sheets and washing silky blankie, we went to sleep in the spare bed. I was asleep quickly but had the most horrible dream. I dreamed that the kids and I were outside. I was across the street, talking with my neighbor, Dana. We heard a plane, and turned to see a small aircraft flying rather low behind my house. Something fell off the plane and once the object hit the ground, lava poured into the street. I yelled at the kids to get out of the way, "Move! Move!" Little Mark was in the middle of the road and the lava surrounded him. He started crying and tried to keep his feet out of the lava but it surrounded him. I tried to get to him and screamed, "Merril!" because he was closer to Mark. He was able to reach in and pull him out of the lava. My heart was tight. We ran up my Dana's driveway and there was a kiddie pool with water. Mark had lava on his feet, hands, and it had splashed on his face. We put him in the water and I was just sick, thinking about his little feet and how they probably wouldn't be able to save them. I was screaming and sobbing and then I woke up.
I'm so sorry I couldn't save you! I'm sorry I wasn't fast enough to protect you!
I lay there, blinking in the dark with my heart pounding. I was so sad thinking about how I couldn't help Mark when his little feet were burning up. I was so far away and couldn't get there for him. I dislike dreams like this. It probably took me 45 minutes to calm down enough to fall asleep again.
Thankfully, it was only a dream and my little guy is smiling at me today!
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