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Last night I dreamt that my friend Cat and I were traveling along some winding hilly roads in western Washington state. I was visiting her and we were returning to her house after she picked me up or something. We had just finished going through a library where we saw a young teen boy who was autistic and spoke very poetically in metaphors, and were discussing that as we rode along. There was a gushing rainstorm that had been going on for some time and the radio mentioned washouts and flooding all over the place.
We came to a major crossing along this back road Cat was taking (the 'scenic' route) and the bridge had some water going over at the very end of it. Cat decided to chance it, revved the motor and we crossed successfully in her SUV.
We drove a little further and came to a spot where the road was crossed by brown, choppy water and I was leery of crossing it, but Cat went ahead yet again, maybe buoyed by her very recent previous success– and the SUV we were in got swept off and then under the water by heavy debris. I managed to get out my window and struggled up to the surface. It was very tiring and I was relived to take a breath– but then I realized the current was taking me right out to the river we had just crossed a ways back. There was debris everywhere and the water I was in was rampaging and implacable. I knew with grim certainty that I was not going to survive the situation I now found myself in. Also, Cat never surfaced with me and I was afraid she was already gone. I thought, “Great. So THIS is how I'm going to die…” and felt a little scared, a little sad, and also a little relieved.
It was a very disturbing dream to wake up from this morning.