Ambushed by Emotion

Last night I had another one of those nightmares.  I had driven to an old friend’s house (Randy) and went inside for some vague dream-reason.  Whilst in there, some terrible catastrophe happened to my car, and it was half flattened – trapping my daughter inside and nearly crushing her as well.  Randy came running out and started to pry the car apart while I was frantically dialing 911 on my cell phone and at the same time screaming at the rubbernecking bystanders to do the same.  But every time I went to dial the phone, it would not work.  Once I got 911 but it turned out to be some lounge lizard in California.  I could NOT remember the number to the sheriff department.  I could NOT get through to any emergency personnel.  Sometimes I would dial the right numerical sequence but nothing would happen anyway.  This is a repetitive theme and I can’t stand it.  I have a version of this dream quite often.  Sometimes I can’t push the buttons in the right sequence.  Sometimes the numbers are jumbled around or just plain not there.  Sometimes the buttons morph into Play Station buttons, which I cannot for the life of me figure out even when awake and fueled by caffeine.

I wake up when my daughter, too, has a nightmare.  I bring her back into my bed, hugging and kissing her until I am calm.