I have a whole series of recurring nightmares:
- a snake chasing me
- a man leering at me from outside my window
- falling on the ice
In the falling on the ice dream, I live in my childhood home (or one of them), the one in Drayton Plains, MI that was built on a hill. I leave the basement door, which was closest to the driveway, take one step out of the door and fall.
Except the weird part is that I always wake up before I hit the ground.
So today, when everything from stairs to windshield wipers are coated with a heavy sheet of ice, I live in fear.
Those of you that know that I love the cold will be confused.
Well, I cannot be put in a box.
I am a complex creature.