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She starts to run but hears footsteps pounding toward her and of course is petrified in place. Again she wakes up just before whoever or whatever it is bursts thru the bushes.
This time however she can't talk herself out of the heebie-jeebies and she's also angry at herself for having such a dream that has disrupted her whole nite. By this time, it's too late to go back to sleep and she doesn't want to dream again anyway. So she gets up, makes coffee, takes her shower, and decides to just make an early start of the day. It's still dark outside but the sun will be up in about 30 minutes so off she goes to surprise her husband with an early arrival.
She's a little anxious about the drive because of the weather and no matter how she scolds herself, the dream keeps niggling at the edges of her mind. But she's a strong-willed woman and every time she starts to think about it, she stops herself and tries to think of something else. Finally she turns on the cd player and begins to enjoy the soothing solitude of being one of the very few on the road this morning. She's always enjoyed driving. For her, it's as relaxing as reading a book is to others and she's the type of person that doesn't mind being alone with her own company. Give her the road, some music, and the outdoors and she's happy. That is, she's happy until the tire blows out.
Now she's very, very unhappy. She's brought the car to a safe stop but she continues to sit there clutching the steering wheel in stunned and sweating shock. A fleeting semi-hysterical thought goes through her mind. Women don't sweat, we "dew". A laugh bursts out of her mouth before she can stop it and she swiftly claps her hand over her mouth.
She knows she needs to stop all these thoughts going through her mind like a freight train but she needs a minute or two before reason and logic can kick in. She starts talking to herself. Ok, ok, get a grip. This is my own fault. That dream was my Id's way of saying don't forget to check the spare. I knew the tire on the left side wasn't in the best of shape and I should have replaced both of the back tires. And then I turn around and worry so much about the stupid dream that I forget to check the spare anyway....Well she soundly berated herself until she felt relieved that everything had a logical explanation and convoluted tho it was, it still was just a dream and she didn't believe in omens, portents, or whatever. She was a grown woman with grown children for gods sake. And for all the times she'd secretly wished for a little excitement in her life, this was not what she'd had in mind. With this sound reasoning and strict talking-to she made up her mind...she would walk the rest of the way. It couldn't be more than a mile to the turnoff. And so, that's what she does. Walk.
She likes to walk too. Especially in the middle of the road. Just because. The sun is shining now, the scenery is beautiful, the birds are chirping. Umm, errr, When did the birds quit chirping? Well s**t! Don't do this to me, Lord. I'll be at church every sunday for the next year and I'm sorry about that little word that just slipped out. I can do better there too, Lord. I know it's been a while since you and I talked but now's a really great time if you wouldn't mind listening a little bit. In the middle of this very heartwarming little chat, is when she heard the noise. Yes, sure enough, she's standing stock-still on the road as she definitively hears......footsteps. Footsteps??
Noway, Nohow, is she going to do this any longer. She admits it. Her spit has dried up and she doesn't care who or what is in the bushes, she's outa here.
She starts to run but hears footsteps pounding toward her and of course is petrified in place. Again she wakes up just before whoever or whatever it is bursts thru the bushes.
This time however she can't talk herself out of the heebie-jeebies and she's also angry at herself for having such a dream that has disrupted her whole nite. By this time, it's too late to go back to sleep and she doesn't want to dream again anyway. So she gets up, makes coffee, takes her shower, and decides to just make an early start of the day. It's still dark outside but the sun will be up in about 30 minutes so off she goes to surprise her husband with an early arrival.
She's a little anxious about the drive because of the weather and no matter how she scolds herself, the dream keeps niggling at the edges of her mind. But she's a strong-willed woman and every time she starts to think about it, she stops herself and tries to think of something else. Finally she turns on the cd player and begins to enjoy the soothing solitude of being one of the very few on the road this morning. She's always enjoyed driving. For her, it's as relaxing as reading a book is to others and she's the type of person that doesn't mind being alone with her own company. Give her the road, some music, and the outdoors and she's happy. That is, she's happy until the tire blows out.
Now she's very, very unhappy. She's brought the car to a safe stop but she continues to sit there clutching the steering wheel in stunned and sweating shock. A fleeting semi-hysterical thought goes through her mind. Women don't sweat, we "dew". A laugh bursts out of her mouth before she can stop it and she swiftly claps her hand over her mouth.
She knows she needs to stop all these thoughts going through her mind like a freight train but she needs a minute or two before reason and logic can kick in. She starts talking to herself. Ok, ok, get a grip. This is my own fault. That dream was my Id's way of saying don't forget to check the spare. I knew the tire on the left side wasn't in the best of shape and I should have replaced both of the back tires. And then I turn around and worry so much about the stupid dream that I forget to check the spare anyway....Well she soundly berated herself until she felt relieved that everything had a logical explanation and convoluted tho it was, it still was just a dream and she didn't believe in omens, portents, or whatever. She was a grown woman with grown children for gods sake. And for all the times she'd secretly wished for a little excitement in her life, this was not what she'd had in mind. With this sound reasoning and strict talking-to she made up her mind...she would walk the rest of the way. It couldn't be more than a mile to the turnoff. And so, that's what she does. Walk.
She likes to walk too. Especially in the middle of the road. Just because. The sun is shining now, the scenery is beautiful, the birds are chirping. Umm, errr, When did the birds quit chirping? Well s**t! Don't do this to me, Lord. I'll be at church every sunday for the next year and I'm sorry about that little word that just slipped out. I can do better there too, Lord. I know it's been a while since you and I talked but now's a really great time if you wouldn't mind listening a little bit. In the middle of this very heartwarming little chat, is when she heard the noise. Yes, sure enough, she's standing stock-still on the road as she definitively hears......footsteps. Footsteps??
Noway, Nohow, is she going to do this any longer. She admits it. Her spit has dried up and she doesn't care who or what is in the bushes, she's outa here.
