Nope . . . I'm not stressedA Story by PollyannaLast night, I must have been more tired than I realized because shortly after lying down, I was asleep and almost immediately dreaming.
In my "dream", I was driving my truck (2004 Saturn Vue, Chili Pepper Red - no denying it's mine) on an unfamiliar highway, but I was also viewing everything from the backseat. This highway seemed to be carved out of a large grouping of rocky hills because both sides of the road were shear rock, similar to granite, with very few crevices (if any) for either hand or foot holds. I was behind an ordinary looking white minivan, but I don't think we were together and I knew I had the baby with me despite never seeing her.
I had been driving for awhile when I noticed what looked like dead fish and other debris on the road ahead. Due to confusion over what I was seeing, I slowed down, but continued driving. The further I went, the more fish and debris there were; I knew there was a bridge ahead and that I had to cross it.
As I rounded the bend, I could see water on the road . . . small puddles, at first, then larger and larger ones until I finally saw the top of the bridge; we were almost there!
When the whole bridge came into view, it was almost submerged, but you could see clear areas. Other drivers had pulled over, including the minivan, but I kept driving and, halfway across the bridge, wave after wave hit us; I had no choice, but to keep going. We must have been hit at least six times before being knocked into the water . . . mere feet from safety.
When I awoke, it was with a gasp and my heart racing. I grabbed my phone to check the time; only 30 minuets had passed since I decided to try sleep. © 2011 Pollyanna |
StatsAuthorPollyannaLake St. Louis, MOAboutPol·ly·an·na noun ˌpä-lē-ˈa-nə a person characterized by irrepressible optimism and a tendency to find good in everything I'm really nobody speci.. more..Writing
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