Dream Journal
We were going to go for a drive in Heidi’s new white truck. When we got outside, Heidi told us that the starter was broken and so we couldn’t drive it.
Damon and B opened the hood and poked around inside to try and fix it. I stood over their right shoulders watching and saw a shiny new part around the engine: it was a brand new starter. I looked down and saw footprints that belonged to Jake Wise - he was the one who had fixed it.
We are all standing on the passenger’s side and go to get into the truck when Melissa asked me to get in on the driver’s side and sit by her. She is 5 years old, and I know that I am 8. I run around the truck and get in the back seat with her.
The inside of the vehicle is now my mom’s old red suburban - the vehicle she had when we were all younger. I am sitting in the middle of the center seat with young Melissa on my left and adult B on my right. Damon is sitting in the front passenger’s seat, Heidi in the middle of the front, and John is driving. John is clutching the wheel so tightly that I can see his knuckles turning white.
I keep my head turned to my right and try very hard to pay attention to what everyone is talking about. The conversation is so dull and adult-like that I turn left to Melissa. We giggle and laugh and ignore everyone else.
John parks the suburban in the middle of a forest and we all climb out. Damon leads the way on an unclear path. We go up and down numerous mogul-like hills that increase in size. The last one we come upon is a rather large hill: giant for a mogul. I decide to take a safer, easier route around the side instead of straight up to the top.
On the other side, I grab hold of a cliff ledge and inch my way across the cliff to the other side. I can see John, Heidi, Damon, B, and Melissa standing in a small circle talking on top of the cliff. Almost to the other side of the ledge, I watch Melissa come over to the edge 15 feet away from where I was.
The ground gives way and Melissa slides down the hill, barely catching herself in time. She hangs there struggling for some time until she manages to pull herself back up. As she runs back to the others, I think that I ought to have tried to help her instead of hanging on the edge of the cliff like I did watching her struggle.
The scene then replays itself: Melissa comes to the edge of the cliff, the ground slides away, and she hangs precariously on the cliff edge. This time I go over to her and help push her up. Certain she is now safe, I resume my journey to the other side.
Themes: Melissa