This may be either foolish or brave – sharing this. I am still mulling over what it means, if anything.
I had a dream
No this is not the sort of dream of freedom and equality that Martin Luther King had. Just a dream in the night that made me wake up and write it down.
I do not dream much. I think I used to, but not any more. So in a way I guess just having a dream that woke me up and one that disturbed me enough to remember, is pretty significant.
Let me tell it to you as best I can remember it.
I was on a train. All the seats were full so I was surrounded by people. At the beginning there was something that was warning me of impending disaster. It seems to me it was a woman but that is pretty fuzzy. Somehow I had something in my hand that I if I reached down through the floor of the train and placed it on the track, it would prevent the disaster. But I remember being unsure. Would this work or would it actually cause the disaster? And I was afraid to ask the woman what to do. I decided to do nothing.
We approached a railway bridge or something like that. I think it was a bridge since we ended up in a river. As the car I was in went onto the bridge the cars behind ours started to derail. As that happened, the bridge collapsed. I remember thinking that I should have tried to prevent this; that I could not have made anything worse than this happen. And then also thinking that if I make it out into the river that I could swim to the far shore and be OK.
Somehow that is what happened. We hurtled far enough across the river that I was able to head for the opposite shore. I wasn’t hurt. I held my breath and made it out of the submerged car. But lots of people didn’t make it. Somehow I knew that. The only other person I knew was Grace, my daughter. She also made it to the shore with me but then I lost her. Funny, because she only seemed to come onto the scene right at the end – I don’t think I dreamed her being with me from the beginning.
Then I woke up.
It seems somehow as if there is more to this than just a dream. I