Dream Journal: The Flip

… Unpleasant content ahead. I can’t remember anything from this dream. Anything but one moment. It was a moment where I was walking down the street back in the street I grew up. A van careened downhill, a big box-on-a-tray style transport truck.  It skidded out of control, it flew through the air, and it flipped over fully, landing upside down on Elli.

I felt that moment for a long, long time.

Then Elli squirmed out, and barked at me. And he was fine.

But I remember feeling like that moment where I just stood there, feeling like that, took fucking hours.

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