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the_xtina recently asked what's the difference between not dreaming, and not remembering dreams. My dream this morning was longer than what I actually remember.]
... We were in a parking lot and I was watching a pink Scion xB backing up. (It looked like it belonged in the "Lovely" set of furniture in Animal Crossing DS.) A man was walking near with his small daughter, and he went to his car to get something while she kept going. She was tiny, y'know the height of the xB bumper-thing in the back that's nearly dragging on the ground? She was barely that tall as she walked past it. I yelled at the van to stop. The driver (I think a blonde woman wearing white and sunglasses) didn't hear me and kept backing up as I kept yelling, frozen to the spot, and my friend just stood there. Thankfully since the van was turning as it was backing up, it simply pivoted around the child. As it pulled into the next spot over, I saw the father look up from his maroon car and yell once, then go back to whatever he was doing, leaning into it. I finally could move and ran over and scooped up the child in my hands - she was so small I could cup her in my two hands, cradle her between them. She had a large pale face, like a peach, and pink clothes. I carried her over towards her father thinking about how I wanted to yell at him that if he really didn't want her he should put her up for adoption (maybe I'd take her) rather than letting her run around a parking lot by herself and get run over.
In between rings of my alarm I then thought / dreamed about how he should give her a leash, but more importantly about my own reactions. Just as no one would've blamed him if she got hit, no one would've blamed me for not running behind the truck sooner. But I knew that if I'd only been able to move I could have run up behind it where it could see me and then it would've stopped. Waking, I realized I'd learned a lesson: I'm willing to risk my life for other people's children, and I need to make sure that I'm not afraid to do it should the need arise.
the_xtina recently asked what's the difference between not dreaming, and not remembering dreams. My dream this morning was longer than what I actually remember.]... We were in a parking lot and I was watching a pink Scion xB backing up. (It looked like it belonged in the "Lovely" set of furniture in Animal Crossing DS.) A man was walking near with his small daughter, and he went to his car to get something while she kept going. She was tiny, y'know the height of the xB bumper-thing in the back that's nearly dragging on the ground? She was barely that tall as she walked past it. I yelled at the van to stop. The driver (I think a blonde woman wearing white and sunglasses) didn't hear me and kept backing up as I kept yelling, frozen to the spot, and my friend just stood there. Thankfully since the van was turning as it was backing up, it simply pivoted around the child. As it pulled into the next spot over, I saw the father look up from his maroon car and yell once, then go back to whatever he was doing, leaning into it. I finally could move and ran over and scooped up the child in my hands - she was so small I could cup her in my two hands, cradle her between them. She had a large pale face, like a peach, and pink clothes. I carried her over towards her father thinking about how I wanted to yell at him that if he really didn't want her he should put her up for adoption (maybe I'd take her) rather than letting her run around a parking lot by herself and get run over.
In between rings of my alarm I then thought / dreamed about how he should give her a leash, but more importantly about my own reactions. Just as no one would've blamed him if she got hit, no one would've blamed me for not running behind the truck sooner. But I knew that if I'd only been able to move I could have run up behind it where it could see me and then it would've stopped. Waking, I realized I'd learned a lesson: I'm willing to risk my life for other people's children, and I need to make sure that I'm not afraid to do it should the need arise.
