Child Nightmare
Aug. 12th, 2004 06:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
qosLast night I dreamed that I went to pick my daughter up from a new daycare, and then somehow left her behind. I didn't realize this until I was well away from the center, and then I was on a stretch of one-way road next to a lake, so I couldn't simply turn around and go back.
I went into a beauty salon(?) to look for a phone to call the police -- because I was sure my eight year-old daughter would be trying to walk home, and I knew she didn't know the way, and it was pouring down rain, and I was worried about all the accidents that could happen. For some reason I was never actually able to find/use the phone. People wouldn't listen to me, and the phone simply wasn't visible. I was getting more and more panicked, aware on some weird level that what I was doing was not the right thing. I shouldn't be standing there looking for a phone, I should be out looking for my daughter.
Finally I started to head outside again to get into my car and double back to look for her. As I was going out the back door, a man was coming in. He was there to rob the place, and he had a gun. I was so angry that he was about to interfere in my ability to get to my child, who was already in danger, that I grabbed him and pretty much put him in a head lock, took the gun from him, and emptied the clip into the ceiling. He was kicking and yelling, and I wasn't the least bit impressed. Once the gun was empty, I tossed it down, threw the would-be thief at someone else to deal with, and hurried outside.
As I stood on the street corner, I saw my daughter walking down a hill on the diagonal corner, soaking wet, clothes in disarray. I pretty much teleported over to her, grabbed her in my arms, and held her tightly, saying, "Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me. . ."
She was perfectly fine, and told me as much in that kid's way that implies "Really, Mom, there's no need to get so upset." I was shaking.
Needless to say, I was very glad to wake up.
I went into a beauty salon(?) to look for a phone to call the police -- because I was sure my eight year-old daughter would be trying to walk home, and I knew she didn't know the way, and it was pouring down rain, and I was worried about all the accidents that could happen. For some reason I was never actually able to find/use the phone. People wouldn't listen to me, and the phone simply wasn't visible. I was getting more and more panicked, aware on some weird level that what I was doing was not the right thing. I shouldn't be standing there looking for a phone, I should be out looking for my daughter.
Finally I started to head outside again to get into my car and double back to look for her. As I was going out the back door, a man was coming in. He was there to rob the place, and he had a gun. I was so angry that he was about to interfere in my ability to get to my child, who was already in danger, that I grabbed him and pretty much put him in a head lock, took the gun from him, and emptied the clip into the ceiling. He was kicking and yelling, and I wasn't the least bit impressed. Once the gun was empty, I tossed it down, threw the would-be thief at someone else to deal with, and hurried outside.
As I stood on the street corner, I saw my daughter walking down a hill on the diagonal corner, soaking wet, clothes in disarray. I pretty much teleported over to her, grabbed her in my arms, and held her tightly, saying, "Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me. . ."
She was perfectly fine, and told me as much in that kid's way that implies "Really, Mom, there's no need to get so upset." I was shaking.
Needless to say, I was very glad to wake up.
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Frightening but good
Date: 2004-08-12 07:32 am (UTC)Re: Frightening but good
Date: 2004-08-14 09:53 am (UTC)I got another diamond star from mtl!
Thanks for the affirmation. To be honest, I was thinking more along the lines of the responses some of my other friends have had: asking about feelings of guilt I may be having about distance from my daughter. Your recognition of the strength the dream shows is much appreciated!
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