Last night I dreamt of fishing for giant pirranhas that turned into woeful, suffering dogs when hauled upon the pier. They lay there staring at me in silent suffering, waiting for slaughter. I watched myself, from outside my body, hold my head and scream at the horror of it.
Then, I was properly in my own head again, staring out at dark and ominous storm clouds gathering over the sea. Suddenly, a white funnel dropped from the clouds to touch the sea and then began rushing toward the pier.
My children. I had to find my children and get them to shelter
So I screamed for them and screamed for them above the howling wind and crashing waves until I found them all but the only shelter I could find was a small brick building, one wall of which was glass.
I covered their bodies with my own. Then, just before the tornado or cyclone or whatever it was struck…
The dream shifted.
I was watching tv and a commercial came on. There on the table on the screen, stacked atop the first Harry Potter book, was my book, Arms Open Wide.
“My book is being used as a PROP!” I exclaimed.
Then, I said, “Wait, does this count as publicity?”
I have been a little stressed.
So today is a mental health day.
The lake. The babies. A good book, given by an even better friend.
I am gonna make it.
