I Feel Like a Child

I had a strange dream a while back about the very small wooded plot across the street from my house. I will have to go back and find it so I can post it.

Last night, I had another one.

I dreamt that Mom and Dad had gone somewhere, and when they came back, Dad got out of the car, then Mom hit the gas as hard as she could, and backed up into the wooded area at an incredible speed, hitting the trees and coming to a stop. I screamed and jumped out of the large white truck I was sitting in and ran toward her, thinking she was hurt.

Then I realize she did it just because she was mad at my father. My stomach started hurting, and I stood there, holding my stomach, yelling at Mom for making me get hurt. I think she was going to go after Dad, but when she saw me standing there hurting, she said she was sorry.

There was more to the dream, about John and I in a hotel room.

Which remind me. That dream I had a while back, and I may have to go back through my written journals to find this, about going to Castroville to find John some pickles and stopping at a store I have never seen before...I saw that store in Corpus, but John would not stop. I will have to make a note to stop when we go again in November...

Anyway. Now I feel like a child afraid of a monster in the woods, because I do, I fear that plot of land.