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falling down the river
2020-Dec-22, Tuesday 08:17 amI'm writing quickly before my workday starts. Last night, my little carnivore left a gruesome scene on my living room floor. I won't describe the disturbing details, but she fulfilled her feline obligation to purge my environment of more mice. Luckily, my dream this morning had nothing to do with that gore.
Carl frequently joked about his AIDS-related weight loss. "I finally got that svelte body I always wanted." LOL
I woke up early about 6:15am thinking of the dream. Several minutes later, there were 3 pops nearby. I couldn't tell for certain they were gunshots, but at that hour there's not much else that people would be doing.
Anyway... it's time to start work. I'm not really "feeling productive" today.
I was on a rubber tube, floating down a very large river, but it was not the Mississippi River here in Minneapolis. I was floating with a group of other people including Carl, my ex. We were apparently all on some kind of holiday vacation?
The water started rushing, and somehow I was barely ahead of the rest of the group and went over what seemed like a very short fall, until suddenly it was much more extreme. I don't know what happened to the other tubers, but I lost sight of everything around me amidst the extremely dense mist. I never went underwater (somehow, dream logic), yet...
... I was next aware of myself still in my tube floating in a calmer part of the river downstream. I got to shore and started walking back upstream again. It seemed like a short walk, but when I got back to camp it was many hours later. Police had come. Search groups failed to find me. I was declared dead immediately, even though it wouldn't happen that way in real life.
I suddenly was back in the cabin with the group. Carl, thinking I was dead, left early and started driving home. I finally texted him that I was okay. I went to bed.
Hours later, still at night, Carl showed up, took off his shoes and climbed into bed. He was underweight and cold as usual, so I tried wrapping myself around him to warm him up.
The water started rushing, and somehow I was barely ahead of the rest of the group and went over what seemed like a very short fall, until suddenly it was much more extreme. I don't know what happened to the other tubers, but I lost sight of everything around me amidst the extremely dense mist. I never went underwater (somehow, dream logic), yet...
... I was next aware of myself still in my tube floating in a calmer part of the river downstream. I got to shore and started walking back upstream again. It seemed like a short walk, but when I got back to camp it was many hours later. Police had come. Search groups failed to find me. I was declared dead immediately, even though it wouldn't happen that way in real life.
I suddenly was back in the cabin with the group. Carl, thinking I was dead, left early and started driving home. I finally texted him that I was okay. I went to bed.
Hours later, still at night, Carl showed up, took off his shoes and climbed into bed. He was underweight and cold as usual, so I tried wrapping myself around him to warm him up.
Carl frequently joked about his AIDS-related weight loss. "I finally got that svelte body I always wanted." LOL
I woke up early about 6:15am thinking of the dream. Several minutes later, there were 3 pops nearby. I couldn't tell for certain they were gunshots, but at that hour there's not much else that people would be doing.
Anyway... it's time to start work. I'm not really "feeling productive" today.