Safety in Numbers
It felt like something was wrong as I kept driving and then rolled down the car window.
My thoughts raced over today’s plans while I talked hands-free on my phone to Mom.
Check. All was well there, I sighed, after hanging up.
So what was up that I couldn’t work out?
I thought back to the dream I’d had last night for any clues there, and for a moment I slowed my speed as I tried to concentrate, to remember any detail or feeling from the dream.
My dreams were changing a lot now, but I had only partly gotten used to it. They had all started changing a few weeks ago and were no longer within the borders of the same repetitive dream I used to have — with a house and a lake and the mysterious guy I used to see in my dreams, who I now know as Abe…
My dream last night was
