Nasrin
A Disturbance in the Force
This past night I had a dream that made me want to keep dreaming to make it right.....It was so awful.
In my dream I'm standing outside of my house. It's about dusk in the winter time. There is snow on the ground and for some reason there are all of these kids marching down my street. I find myself handing out hot chocolate to them when school buses come and all fill up my street. All the kids are getting on when all of the sudden one bus starts backing up when a kid is trying to pass between the buses. I start screaming and running but he smashes the kid in between. It seems like forever I'm banging on the back of the bus holding on to this kids jerking hand and screaming at the bus to move forward. Finally it does and I use every tactic I learned from being a lifeguard to make sure he is eased down on to the grass away from the buses, because I'm worried about neck and spine injuries. He's a blonde haired blue eyed little kid around 9 I suppose. I have one hand around his wrist checking his pulse and I'm asking him questions. I find out his name is Quinton. He can move his toes and legs but his chest hurts really bad. His lips are cut open from the bus smashing them against his teeth, and he's having trouble breathing.....Then I just wake up.
I have no children of my own. I don't even want children at this point in my life but I can't help but wonder what the hell that dream was all about. It leaves me unsettled and my inexperienced motherly instincts on edge not knowing what happened after that. Can anyone help me??
In my dream I'm standing outside of my house. It's about dusk in the winter time. There is snow on the ground and for some reason there are all of these kids marching down my street. I find myself handing out hot chocolate to them when school buses come and all fill up my street. All the kids are getting on when all of the sudden one bus starts backing up when a kid is trying to pass between the buses. I start screaming and running but he smashes the kid in between. It seems like forever I'm banging on the back of the bus holding on to this kids jerking hand and screaming at the bus to move forward. Finally it does and I use every tactic I learned from being a lifeguard to make sure he is eased down on to the grass away from the buses, because I'm worried about neck and spine injuries. He's a blonde haired blue eyed little kid around 9 I suppose. I have one hand around his wrist checking his pulse and I'm asking him questions. I find out his name is Quinton. He can move his toes and legs but his chest hurts really bad. His lips are cut open from the bus smashing them against his teeth, and he's having trouble breathing.....Then I just wake up.
I have no children of my own. I don't even want children at this point in my life but I can't help but wonder what the hell that dream was all about. It leaves me unsettled and my inexperienced motherly instincts on edge not knowing what happened after that. Can anyone help me??