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Dreams
I remember two dreams I've had in the past week.
The first was about Rob and Linnea, and it was on Wednesday night (before I lost Linnea under the table). I was in the bedroom upstairs, and he was taking therubbish out to the wheelie bin outside the front door. I looked out the window and saw him being attacked - mainly being bundled into the back of a small, squarish, dirty white car. I ran downstairs to see if I could see better from the library window and then upstairs again. The front door was slightly ajar but I didn't want to shut him out or alert the kidnappers that they'd been spotted, in case they came in. Then Linnea started to go downstairs.
I remember being terrified that she'd go out the door and get involved in the violence somehow; I remember that keeping her in the house was much, much more important than calling the police. I woke up before I worked out how to stop her; I was contemplating jumping over the banister on the landing so's to land on the steps below her. I remember hoping that dream-physics would kick in and the fall would be surreally slow.
The second dream was about Linnea. No idea which night it was, but she was very convincingly almost eaten by a tiger. She likes tigers, so she put her head in its mouth. Somehow we got her out before it closed its jaws, but she was badly cut and bruised by the grab it made at her as we pulled her away. After that one, I woke Rob and made him go and check that she was sleeping peacefully and breathing audibly. Then I shook for a while.
I deduce that something is making me nervous. I'm only glad there hasn't been one about Emer yet, except that keeping her safe while also keeping Linnea safe was an undercurrent in both dreams.
The first was about Rob and Linnea, and it was on Wednesday night (before I lost Linnea under the table). I was in the bedroom upstairs, and he was taking therubbish out to the wheelie bin outside the front door. I looked out the window and saw him being attacked - mainly being bundled into the back of a small, squarish, dirty white car. I ran downstairs to see if I could see better from the library window and then upstairs again. The front door was slightly ajar but I didn't want to shut him out or alert the kidnappers that they'd been spotted, in case they came in. Then Linnea started to go downstairs.
I remember being terrified that she'd go out the door and get involved in the violence somehow; I remember that keeping her in the house was much, much more important than calling the police. I woke up before I worked out how to stop her; I was contemplating jumping over the banister on the landing so's to land on the steps below her. I remember hoping that dream-physics would kick in and the fall would be surreally slow.
The second dream was about Linnea. No idea which night it was, but she was very convincingly almost eaten by a tiger. She likes tigers, so she put her head in its mouth. Somehow we got her out before it closed its jaws, but she was badly cut and bruised by the grab it made at her as we pulled her away. After that one, I woke Rob and made him go and check that she was sleeping peacefully and breathing audibly. Then I shook for a while.
I deduce that something is making me nervous. I'm only glad there hasn't been one about Emer yet, except that keeping her safe while also keeping Linnea safe was an undercurrent in both dreams.