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Holy fuck. I think I shat a brick when Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, Dexter’s Laboratory, the Powerpuff Girls, Johnny Bravo, and Ed, Edd, and Eddy came up.
My Mom works night shifts at a hospital down town and she had just come home from work earlier today. I was on my computer here on Tumblr and so, she walks into my room and tells me about the most vivid dream she had last night. Apparently she was taking care of one lone patient all night and at one point, she got the chance to nap a little, but I guess that’s when she had that bad dream.
She told me that she imagined me back as a 5 year old and that we were outside during a huge storm. Apparently the rain was so bad that the town was being flooded up and so she saw me drowning and gasping for air. She tried rescuing me and even giving me mouth to mouth to help me breathe but I ended up being pulled down into the water by some unknown force and not resurfacing.
After she told me her dream, she gave me such a tight hug, and she wasn’t crying, but god. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes. I can’t imagine how vivid that dream must’ve been, and even now as I’m typing this up for you guys, I catch myself, too, tearing up at just the thought of having to witness your son drowning and dying.
It’s scary how much power our imagination can have on us. It really is.
No matter how small!