Thoughts and Pajamas

Today I stayed with my dad in the hospital. I was so tired after the day’s travelling around the metro, though, that I had to excuse myself and sleep on the cot beside his bed. Haha. Great company I turned out to be.

Anyway. I fell asleep immediately after my head hit the pillow. It was raining outside. And my dream involved a water slide.

It was like a class, from what I remember. There weren’t any familiar faces there crowd, but, in my dream, I think I knew all of them. We were all lined up for the water slide, and I think we had to make awesome splashes or something. We were all really serious about it, and we were really treating it like a test and something we were really mastering instead of something just for fun.

I can remember three times I had a go on the slide. The first one was okay, but the teacher told me to give it another go.

The second one was pretty scary, because when I neared the end of the slide, I saw people right there under the slide, so I had to do this maneuver thing that let me jump on the end of the slide instead of just…sliding. Nobody noticed the people under the slide, and they all thought I did the cool maneuver just so I could do it. It scared the heck out of me.

For the third go, I was going really fast down the slide. So fast that I didn’t have to do anything fancy, but I was launched into the air when I reached the end of the slide. Everything dropped into super slow motion—so slow that I could see each drop of water suspended in the air.

Like this, but not I was NOT smiling. I could hear screaming my name. And not in a good way.

I woke with a start when my dad called my name because my mom was going to send me to an errand.

Outside, it continued to rain.

I realized just now that I haven’t dreamed of swimming pools in a long time. Huh. Maybe I really need to go back to swimming every week, yes?