When a Dream becomes a Nightmare

Today’s Dream isn’t considered a dream, but rather a nightmare. It starts off with me babysitting my grandchildren in our summer cottage retreat in the sunny Okanagan Valley. Images of my favourite rustic sandy beach with Okanagan Lake bursting with colours of turquoise and shades of blues.

A friend of mine from NASA pops over for a short visit while I entertain my grandchildren, Jason and Gill.

Watching the twins mingle, as if they were attached to the hip, really makes me think of the twins psychic theory (twins seem to possess a telepathic relationship).

I wonder if it’s true?

My friend, JC has just introduce me to the DJI drone ( a light mechanical multi-flying prop helicopter with cam visual capabilities). We’re going over the technical aspects of its overall operation, when a sixth sense triggers me to look up to see how the twins are doing.

I quickly notice Gill is not playing with Jason. Jumping off the couch, scanning the immediate known possibilities, I begin to worry realizing Gill is no where to be found,”OMG! Where is she?”

Grabbing Jason up into my arms, JC and I begin to scout the area separately.

JC says,” I’ll go outside and use the drone to check the overall grounds!”

I nodded,” Good idea! I’ll check every little crook and cranny here.”

My head is pounding, my worried face is evident.

JC grabs my arm,” Don’t worry, we’ll find her! Trust me. WE WILL FIND HER!”

His reinsurance helps but I still have that sick feeling in the pity of my stomach. My sadness says it all.

“DONT WORRY!” Were the last words I heard as JC runs out with the spider drone tightly grasped to his side.

It’s then, my dream takes on a POV (point of view perspective) from the cams drone. The panorama vision shows me a sharp crisp overall view of the sandy beach from a good 1000 ft up. The beach is packed full of vacationeers taking in the summers activities. My eagle eyes scan like a computing processor, quickly eliminating each subject, frantically looking for Gill.

Still no where to be found, my head is aching with pain. My fingers fumble the dreaded numbers, 911. Clearly I hear the female monotone voice on the other end,” 911, what’s your emergency?” My quivering voice screams out in panic,” My grandchild is missing. We can’t find her!”

Just like that my dreams ends, waking up in a pool of sweat. What the hell! What a nightmare. My mind races, trying to figure out why I would have such a terrible dream.

It just doesn’t make sense.

It’s then I think of Jenni, my daughter who died after a strange disease, what seems so long ago. Even our modern medical technology couldn’t save my little princesses. Maybe I still sense the immense lost and hope of that day thirty years ago.

And to make it worse, it’s my birthday today…

By Bari Demers

The photo below, is one of many I took from the waterfront in Kelowna, B.C.

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