Dream Journal
It was night time and B and I had run a bad man away from the house we were in. He went out the door and, through a window, we watched him jump into the swimming pool.
I stood with my arms crossed over my chest, B stood behind me. The pool had a thin layer of ice over it, and the man crashed right through it. He climbed out the other side, wrapped himself in a blanket and wandered off.
I told B that the man would not survive because going through the ice like that and crashing into the extremely cold water was just like millions of razor blades.
B’s mom and youngest sister came inside through the kitchen door and started making dinner. They chatted very brightly and were excited to be visiting us. I could not understand why they were not upset that B’s dad had just died.
Themes: B