One of those combo-nightmares / too much nightmare fuel / blend of reality & fiction.
I was on a beach, in the woods, the highway & cliffs above.
There was a birthday party for youngish kids (8-10yo) in the background.
- Puppies (husky) were 10-20’ up in the trees, on big branches (huskies DO do that, climb trees, durn escape artists) and falling, as they tries to cross spindly branches, and breaking themselves.
- There was a mass casualty incident up on the highway.
- Kids (bday party) took the opportunity of distracted adults (from the mass casualty), to climb trees with their new puppies & walk out to the cliffs (about 150’ up) and start cliff diving.
So I see the dogs in the trees first, and strike off to parent THAT series of bad ideas. And one of the dogs fall. So then I’m running… and see a group of kids on the bluffs… and tangent off that way. First kid jumps. Makes it. 2nd kid jumps, and I’m less worried, but still leaving the treeline & the kids/dogs, when the 3rd kid? DOES NOT make it, and shatters on the rocks.
I’m trying to get into the water to swim for the kids, but first? There are baby sharks. And then big sharks, and then tiger sharks, and I realize the entire cove is a f*cking shark breeding cove, and I can’t swim that. So the kids who “made” the jump? I not only CANNOT get to, but there’s no way for them to reach land… without swimming through a shark cove. With a bloody dead kid targeting all the sharks to exactly their location. Okay. 3 dead kids. Maybe one recoverable, depending on how much their body was on the rocks. But no rescue.
So I reverse, back to the mass casualty event, where part of the highway had fallen, and MORE of the highway slides off. Exactly where the retreating kids from the bluff would have been. Still cannot get to THEM, and have no idea of their number/location… just tender-aged, smallish group. Maybe 4-6 kids, around 8-10yo. And a giant f*cking wedge of highway.
And I’m running through the woods, past the injured dogs, & climbing/injured/dead kids (IDFK how many, nor their condition), to climb up to shit show on the highway… flooded with first response, twisted steel, shattered concrete, smoke, blood… to find the incident commander. To inform them SOMEONE’S day just got even worse. All clear/concise/rational/emotionless. Recounting the events they were totally unaware of, happening only a few hundred feet away.
Dead kids.
Missing kids, presumed dead.
Missing kids, number unknown.
Because they can dial into resources faster than 911 can.
Even though I’m ALSO on the line with 911, reporting an incident AT an incident. All shades of powerlessness. Needing others. Powerlessness. Mad resources that do no good.
Snort. My next nightmare will probably be when resources COULD do good, but are unavailable. No boats. No helicopters. No first response. No search and rescue. No ambulances. No police. But THIS NIGHTMARE? Had resources up to its eyeballs, none of them useful. Fighting against f*cking GRAVITY?!? Where you can seeeeeee what’s about to happen, what is happening, at 32 feet per second per second. From 20 feet, or 150 feet. And knooooooow the end result. Where a swimmer cannot get into the water. Where the roads are broken.
FFS.
I haaaaate these dreams.
I realize they’re a way for zeh noggin to process through various themes & permutations& what ifs & has beens; but do we REALLY have to use puppies and kids, meet gravity and unexpected predators and distracted protectors, to face smack up against the whole helpless/powerlessness/human nature thing?
Puppies & children, brain?!? Reeeeeeally?!? f*ck. Off.
they are total f*ckers. And puppies and kids aswell. Bad mix. Shit show of a dream. I feel your pain...!
…so I’d wake up refreshed, use the loo, get a drink, look at the beautiful day outside, and very purposefully decide to go back to bed… to get even moooooooore SLEEP. Yay! 
