When my children were babies, my recurring nightmare was a toddler knocking the car into gear and the car rolling away while I stood beside it, holding an infant in a car seat.
Sunday night, I dreamed all night about trying to escape rising waters. At some point in the dream, I became separated from the rest of the family and the dream became a dual find everyone and get to safety nightmare.
Monday night, I dreamed that Manhattan was a Roger Dean style island and it broke off the teeny, tiny stem that secured it to land. My nightmare was the island sinking along with everyone on it.
I’m very, very tired.