I have not really felt emotionally all there the last couple of days. It’s been a little surreal going through life as though everything is fine when it really isn’t. And my feelings were pretty much summed up well when I woke up from a dream last night that was quite disturbing.

Chris, his brother Ben, and I were in a car. We were driving along some windy road on a cliff’s edge. It may have been Highway 1 in California or something similar, but the exact location was uncertain. Underneath each wrap of road was another road directly underneath us that also wound around a mountain. And there wasn’t much a rail on the side of each cliff to “protect” your car from going over. Chris and Ben were having a heated conversation about a topic I couldn’t hear, but I could tell that they were getting particularly feisty. Chris was driving. Ben was in the front passenger seat. Suddenly, Chris’s phone rings, and he stupidly decides to answer it with his hand. He reaches down to turn it on while Ben yells at him that it’s dangerous. And as Chris turns the phone on and says “Hello?”, the car immediately swerves off the road into thin air. Our car is falling and falling, and we fall on top of the road below us, and then we bounce off it and continue to fall onto the next road underneath THAT road. All the while in the back of my head, I am wondering, “Are we going to actually survive this, or are we all going to die? And where in the world is my Pookster?!!”

I never have falling dreams. They are very common for a lot of people, but I can barely recall the last falling dream I had. Falling dreams, as most “experts” would say, indicate a feeling of helplessness, worry, and fear.

I am definitely on edge. I’m not sure how long this is going to last, but above all, as my friend keeps reminding me, “Protect your peace.”