Car Crash

It's been a while
since I've posted anything to this blog.
To be quite honest,
I've been VERY busy
and I really haven't had many dreams
worth noting. . .
.. .until now.

I had dream
that I was taking my son to school.
For whatever reason,
we weren't going by our usual route.

When we got to certain corner
I noticed it was very icy
so I slowed down.
Then, out of nowhere,
a car hit us.

At first I thought it was a Navigator,
but it turned out to be van.

My son and I actually switched places
with the impact.
I was now on the passenger side
and was on the driver side.
Only I was mostly on the floor
of the passenger side.
I was half conscious
when he walked over to the other car
to exchange information.

He came back with $40 in his hand
and said that they asked for us
not to call police.
I immediately got myself together
to review damage to my car.
It wasn't a lot, mostly just paint work.
But I knew it was going to cost
way more than $40.

I told my son to write down the plate number
of the other car
and jot down details,
color of car,
make of car, etc.
He called police from his cell phone.

When the police got there,
I felt like something wasn't quite right.
It told the policeman,
"I don't know,
maybe you can call it a mother's instinct
or maybe I got a bump on the head,
but something isn't right
with the children in that car."
I asked him
to ask the children in the other car
to step out,
to see if they were all O.K.

Suddenly,
a gazillion kids got out of the van.
Too many to be driving safely with.
One child barely had any clothes on.
I told my son to give her his shirt.

In my dream
I thought to myself,
"Everything happens for a reason."
My car got a little damage to it,
but the greater good
was that these children
were being saved
from some abusive situation.

Moving Pictures

This dream was a bit unusual.

I had a dream that I had some friends
who inherited a house
that had been in their family
for many generations.

As they began to move in
they found a box
with several old photos in it.
It was of past generations
of their family
in front of their house.

One was of children
playing on the front porch.

One was of a bridal couple
entering their car
right in front of this house.

The photos were all black and white.
But there were like movies.
Each time my friends handed me a photo
it was like watching a short movie of the event.
I found this odd.

What was even more odd
is that the people in these little movies
were very much aware
that we were watching them.
The bridal couple even waived at us.