Last night I had a semi-scary dream.
I don't remember exactly how it started or what the inspirations were for it, but I remember at one point I was laying face down over the edge of a cliff, reaching down and holding Lacey by her hair to keep her from plummeting to her doom. I don't know why she wasn't able to reach up - possibly her hands were tied or she was too afraid - and I didn't have the leverage or strength to pull her up.
My grasp was hurting her, so I had to shift it to grab as much of her hair as I could so it wouldn't hurt as much - distributing the load and all - and she managed to find something to put her toes on, relegating me to simply keeping her from losing her balance.
I then thought of trying to swing her up. This would've involved a lot of back-and-forth swinging to get her up, and she was content to just wait for help. I don't specifically remember carrying out my plan, just that somehow she got recovered, and later in the night, as part of a seperate dream, she briefly played the role of my wife, long enough to remind me in some conversation about why she agreed to marry me that I was right to swing her up, since help wasn't coming. |