ooohhhh...bad dream

simon and i were crossing the street and we saw gus coming the opposite way sporting a new haircut in one of those battery operated cars that kids have. simon saw cars coming and said to come back. i was in the middle of the street yelling at Gus to turn around, but he got hit by one car and bounced off another, rolling under their wheels. i saw and heard his head smash on the pavement.
then i was in an emergency room holding him, with simon at my side. he was bruised and swollen but smiling, promising me that he would be careful and not to tell his mom.. i was crying, saying you are ok, your really ok!!!!. he answered me and said, well no, Ellen, i died but wanted to give you this moment of pretending to help you. all vaporized around me and i was back on the pavement crawling under a car to find him. then i woke up. god i feel so bad. kate and gus are driving back home today from holiday and i know dreams are abuot other things than the obvious, but i have to talk to them soon for my own peace of mind.
dreams are just a release on a pressure cooker right? an odd jumble of sensory experiences that relieve and resolve the soup in our unconscious, with no particular rhyme or reason. this i know, but still...