Last night I was really really tired. When I'm really really tired I have some crazy and vivid dreams. Last night I had my worst nightmare of my life. I'm still bothered by the images I can't shake out of my head.
It went like this:
Mark, Christian and I were in vacation in New York. We were eating at a small little restaurant on the sidewalk of the main street in New York laughing and having a wonderful time. Christian got up from his chair and Mark screamed, "Grab him!" Like he usually does. I didn't run as fast as I could and my worst nightmare began. He ran right out into the street. In the dream I remember thinking that cab will stop. But it didn't. It ran right into him th second before I could reach him. His little body flew through the air and I began screaming and running to his body laying there bloody and lifeless. Somebody had him wrapped in a blanket and put him on a clipboard and handed his little body to me.
Then I woke up.
But I woke up with my body totally stiff and both arms and both legs were totally numb. Like they were asleep but a deep deep sleep that I've never felt and I couldn't move.
It was so terrible. I couldn't wait for him to wake up this morning to kiss his warm and chubby little cheeks. I'm thankful it was my night to rock him and enjoy his cuddles a little longer tonight.