My dad has traveled to Sochi to cover the winter Olympics and it has really been worrying me. He’s been to many games before, but with everything surrounding this one, I was concerned for his well-being. To make matters worse, I hadn’t heard from him since his plane left on Tuesday. I finally heard from him today, but before that happened my stress managed to manifest itself in a dream last night.
In the dream, I awoke to the phone ringing, which I missed. I
immediately filled with dread and got on the computer (I don’t know
why). In my email there was a notice that my dad had died in a
bombing(again, not sure why it would be email). I broke down, obviously,
and I remember thinking about how much I really didn’t want him to go
and tried to get him not to (actually wanted/did those things).
The worst part about the dream is that my mother was there to console
me about it. When I woke abruptly, the fact that my mother is not
actually alive to console me set in a while before the realization that
my dad is (at the time ‘probably’) fine. It was a panicky little bit and
I can’t be happier that I finally got a message from him saying all is