just another bad dream...

Had an awful dream last Saturday...

There was a lady, another figure (I can't make out the gender) and a baby... a toddler rather, each sitting in a supermarket trolley (as weird as it may sound) on a road. The lady, perhaps the mother of the toddler, was too engrossed in a conversation with the other person, oblivious to what the toddler was doing.

Meanwhile, the toddler... he was moving his body about such that with each movement, the trolley inched further down the road towards where there was a plunging slope. "He'll fall", I remember whispering to myself.

I knew he was in danger so I ran towards him with all my might, shouting, "He's gonna fall!" Things happened too fast for me to remember, to capture the details. Was there a crash? I can't remember. But I remember crying my eyes out in the dream and how I awoke suddenly. It was strange... but I felt drained just as I would after crying my heart out. Like it was real.

I remember the blood-curling scream ringing in my ears.
I remember the wild thoughts running in my head, pulling pieces of my reality and desperately trying to find links to the dream...
I remember hating how I felt.

It bothers me still. But I keep trying to convince myself that it was only nightmare... a bad dream...

And I pray it will remain that way.