When my alarm went off this morning, I was in the middle of a dream about giving a bath to my four-month old son.
All I remember is the last few seconds of the dream: I was looking around the tub and couldn’t see Charlie anywhere. So I put my hands underwater, and there he was hidden under the surface of the water?!? When I pulled him up, he wasn’t breathing and his eyes were black and blue. I must’ve forgotten he was in the tub and he had drowned!!
I woke up and was in a full panic! So of course I had to go to the nursery and see him right away, just to make sure he was still alive. There he was, playing happily as he smiled up at me…
Thank goodness, Charlie!! You gave me quite a scare…
That’s the first dream I can remember in six years or so… what a doozy.
