A Nightmare

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.