Hey guys! I'm back from my vacation!!! And I had the best time!!! Didn't have many dreams...if any. Couldn't go to sleep because of all the strange noises and lights, and my knee kept waking me up as well. I hated it. So I was sleepy most of the trip.
One night, I had a pretty good dream. In a rash decision, because we weren't doing anything the next day, and after hobbling around the beach for 3 hours. (my knee about gave out on me. I hate walking in sand. x_x) I took twice my normal amount of Vicodin, and went to sleep.
My dream was strange, Richard was standing over me, shaking me awake. Jim, Dave, and Frank were behind him, in swimming trunks, with towels and all that other good beachy stuff you need. I was so out of it, I didn't want to get up, so Richard sat down beside me, and helped sit me up in the bed.
Frank sat down on the other side of the bed, while Dave and Jim sat in chairs around a small round table. I remember Frank grumbling about something, and Jim shushed him quietly. I think Frank didn't like being held up because of me. Richard was still trying to wake me up, and then he smirked and started to rub some icy cold sunscreen lotion on my back. Then he held out the bottle to me, and I started to take care of my front, arms and my legs.
Then still somewhat sleepy, Richard picked me up in his arms. I remember he was so strong...and gentle. Then we went down the elevator, to the pool, and Richard helped me into the pool softly and I finally started to wake up a little bit. Even in the dream I still had my knee brace on.
The last part of this dream was so scary...I was swimming pretty good, and I swam down to the 8ft deep part of the pool. Richard was sitting in one of the chairs around the pool, beside Jim. Dave and Frank were still in the pool, and Dave did a cannonball into the pool, not realizing I wasn't that far away. The water rushed over my head, and I started to breath some of it into my lungs, I went under. My knee was weaker then it normally was, and I couldn't propel myself upwards, to breathe. The last thing I remembered seeing was Richard's face, as he dove down into the pool, grabbing my arms, and swimming upwards.
He looked so scared. And worried.