I dreamed I was in a space that I think was the O’Hara
cafeteria (for some reason). There were three cars driving on a frozen over
lake that was indoors. I watched as all the cars fell through the ice.
A few of us tried to help rescue the drivers from the ice.
We dug through the wooden floor that was beneath the ice (for some reason) and
were dropping lassos into the freezing water trying to find some of the people.
We didn’t have any luck.
This was horrifying, not only because people died, but
because of the way they died. I have a phobia of dying by crashing through the
ice into the water. That has to be one of the most unpleasant ways to die. So I
would never venture out onto a frozen
body of water, no matter how many people assure me it’s frozen solid and six
inches thick, for fear or crashing through. Ain’t.
No. Way. I will stay on the shore and watch everyone skate, thank you.
I guess the moral of that is I had snow on my mind last
night and it got into my dreams.
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