I dreamed I drove off of a cliff last night. I was driving a dog to the top of a cliff, but realized it would get lost if I didn't walk it to where it needed to go, so I went to make a sudden stop in a parking spot at the edge of the cliff, but my tires caught gravel and I slid over the edge...over the trees. As I was falling, it was so realistic, was completely aware that this was it. I was going to die. I was frozen with fear, but strangely calm, knowing that I was completely helpless.
It seems symbolic now. People's lives that I care about are falling apart. I'm stuck in the middle, but helpless. Today has turned into a horrible day.
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