We were at a train station (because that's what you do in dreams) and this Native American chief threw a handful of pennies onto the tracks. This was the kind of track where the platform is about seven feet above the bottom of the track. No classic steam train for my subconscious. It had to be a modern, electric AMTRAK-type train. Perhaps AMTRAK is advertising to my subconscious.
Anyway, in the dream, my Mom dove off of the platform to get those pennies. She wasn't the only one who jumped in, but she was the only one I rescued.
After rescuing Mom from an oncoming train, she complained that she was all right and would've gotten more money before I came along to yank her bank up to the platform. I think I woke up with a headache.
So when I saw Mom that morning in her recliner, I told her about the dream and then slapped the air above her uplifted legs. She laughed one of those now-you-know-what-it's-like laughs.
It should be a law that if people in real life that bug you in dreams, you get to smack them when you wake up. It makes sense to me.
Image from Wikimedia Commons.
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