My nightmares are back; dark dreams of twisted metal, me fighting for control, trying to ensure that everything is going to be ok. That everyone will survive, that we will land safely, walk away and live rich full lives. I don't want to remember the details of these dreams, of the terror that I feel in them. I just want to go about my day and forget that they have ever happened. I want to pretend that I only dream of warm cuddly things, but I can't. Every so often the images slam into my conscious thoughts and I remember. I remember the fear, and all I want to do is curl up into a tight little ball and cry. I pray to all the gods that be that these dreams will never become a reality.
Posted by munin at November 13, 2002 07:51 AM