reply to post by sled735
Not exactly 'new', but how bout another dream I had.....some what prophetic, a little bit funny....
When I was about 9, I dreamed that I was waiting for the school bus ....as I did every morining at my Grandmother's front door, watching from just
inside and out of the weather . I could see the bus come around the curve about a hundred yards beyond her the end of her driveway.
When I saw the bus, I ran out the door, but as I crossed the yard I dropped a pencil onto the ground at the edge of a mud puddle.....as I bent to
retrieve the pencil, my feet flew out from under and I fell into the mud!
When I got to my Grandmother's house that morning ( my folks would drop me off at her house a couple of hours before bus time, on their way to work
)....I told her about my funny dream, and we both had a good laugh.....
As it came time to get ready for the bus, I put on my coat (a newish raincoat that I didn't particularly like, but my Mom did, and insisted that I
wear...) and watched for the bus.
When I saw it round the curve down the road, I ran out the door and across the yard....past the mud hole......And dropped a pencil...I hesitated for a
second, remembering the dream, but it was such a nice, new pencil...I really couldn't just let it go, so I quickly bent to pick it up.
As I did, I felt my feet slipping, I tried to kinda twist, shifting my weight in an effort to recover my balance, but that only made things worse....I
fell, or rather dove, headlong, face first into the waiting mudhole! I struggled to my feet, spitting mud out of my mouth, and looked down at my
soaked, mud covered coat and dress in disbelief....why Hadn't I listened to the dream!! I began to cry.
The bus had stopped, and the driver could see my condition, tho my Grandmother could not ....I could hear her calling out, "Go on...", but the bus
drived shook his head, and with a smile he motioned for me to go back to the house, closed the door and drove on.
When my Grandmother got a better look at me, she understood and was not angry that I had 'refused' to go to school in that shape. She even tried to
wash my coat, but I had gotten so much mud on the inside lining and it would still have to go to the cleaners....and my Mother would find
out.....(and be convinced that I had taken that dive into the mud on purpose, just to get out of wearing that coat....after all, in her opinion, I had
told my Grandmother I was going to do it...) Again, my Grandmother never doubted that I had told her the truth about the dream.....her only scold,
was that I should have heeded it's warning .
My Mother, however, never quite forgave me for that incident, and every year when we went to buy a winter coat, I would have to promise not to jump in
a mudhole just because I didn't get the coat I wanted....