Last night I dreamed that T--- was playing with my printer. "Push the buttons! push the buttons!" he giggled. I told him to stop but as usual he ignored me. I ran. Too late.
He pushed on the printer and it plummeted off the edge of the dock. It plunged down into the lake. I lunged for T--- and grazed his arm but down he went right behind the printer. I dove in and managed to grab T--- by the arm.
I frantically swam for the surface of the water. But he was so heavy. I would surge upward a couple of inches and then sink back down. I could feel the milliseconds ticking by. He was so heavy, and I was so tired. I started to panic, and it seemed that maybe I wouldn't make it in time. That maybe I wouldn't make it at all.
That's when I woke up. Now what do you suppose THAT was about?
Thoughts on Newtown
4 years ago