Today, I took a nap and had a wonderful (perhaps a little sad) dream.
In that dream, I was crossing the street and got caught up in an
accident, hit by a car and hurt pretty badly. But then, in between all
the fuzzy voices and people, and the pain in my arm (which I lightly
remembered when I woke up) there was a ginger, freckled boy. He was a
paramedic, and quite a bad one too. Nervous and shaky, unsure. And I
remember asking only one thing, ‘Is my right arm alright? Is my hand
still there?’ and in a soft voice he said ‘it’s all fine, everything
will be fine’. I believed it, and as I woke up, I missed that boy
already.
I don’t know, sometimes I have these weeeird dreams :)
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