Ill dreaming

I don’t have a picture for today. I didn’t travel for work or leave the house. My friend who I spent the weekend with was diagnosed with the flu. I thought I’d be spared with my vaccine but this morning I got light headed in the shower , nauseated from breakfast and exhausted after 20 minutes at my desk. 

Thankfully I was able to work from home for a quick conference call and sleep the 8 hours of work away. Hello sick day. I woke up to being drenched in sweat, even after kicking off the sheets and the house being at 65. Later the chills, shakes and migraine came. Thank you Excedrine Migrane. My bff. 

After that I felt 80% better. Though, waiting for the excedrine to kick in I took a nap. Long enough for a vivid dream. 

I was sitting at an El train stop. I assumed in Chicago but I didn’t recognize it; it could be any city. I was alone on a bench on the elevated platform. In front of me I could see a yard, a large vacant industrial looking space. There was a large brick building to the right , and to the left I could see tracks to another EL. Those tracks, to the left, they were covered by a wall and roof over the platform. They ended above the vacant industrial yard. Everything was still, almost like a picture. Then I saw the lights of the train from the other tracks. 

I sometimes think of bad endings while I see things. I imagine me not steering around a curve and instead driving off the road at high speeds, I think of the situation of my car veered off a bridge and other disturbing things. I thought, what if the train doesn’t stop, for a split second while seeing the train’s lights coming out of the tunnel from the platform. The next split second I realized it wasn’t a disturbing thought. The train was moving far too fast to stop at the end of the tracks. In horror I watched the train burst past the end of the tracks, and felt my body tense for impact as if I was on that train. I saw the train sail off the tracks and slowly, arch down into the brick building to the right.  

I thought about the people on the train. I thought about how I had to help though there was nothing I could do. I wondered if anyone could even survive the horror I was witnessing. 

Then I woke up. Still dazed and tense. Unsure just yet if it had happened in real life or not. I don’t know why I dreamed it. But it was horrifyingly clear. 

I blame the flu. 

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