#98
I was riding with Emily driving and my dad was in the backseat. We were going to help Dave move out if (or into?) his dorm, which was on top of a short cliff (about 10 feet). Dave was driving his SUV in front of the dorm while we waited in Emily's car at the bottom of the cliff when we saw the front corner of Dave's SUV coming over the edge of the cliff.
"Whoa! Dave's going to drive onto us!!"
Emily gunned it in reverse as Dave's SUV came tumbling over the cliff, landing upside-down in front of us. I ran over to the flipped SUV to find Dave still seat-belted in the driver's seat upside-down, wearing a helmet.
"Dave! Are you ok???"
"Thank God for the helmet."
"No kidding! Why on earth were you wearing a helmet?"
"Like I said, 'Thank God for the helmet.'"
Just as I realized Dave was telling me that I was looking at a magical helmet, I remembered that Dave had a son. The baby boy was still strapped in his car seat, sound asleep. And African-American.
That's as far as I got before Aubrey woke me up for her morning feeding.
Then I called Dave. Had to make sure he knew to avoid driving SUVs near cliffs! Or to at least wear a helmet if planning to do so.
1 comments:
interesting dream!
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