It felt like I had been along this path before, it seemed familiar . Except this time I was being chased, and my sons (20 & 16) were there also. My eldest son took a wrong turn and was trapped. So I go over to where he was and freed him, then we continued on running along the road and hedges and hiding. There is a road and a train line beside us. Suddenly we had to jump over an oily pit, it was black but it was also like sloppy mud and it was very very deep. As we jumped my eldest son got stuck and started to sink, his whole body sunk, his head was under the mud and he was breathing it in. My youngest son, was up to his ankles and I was up to my knees beside my eldest son. I got hold of him and put my arms around his chest and kept trying to squeeze the mud out of his lungs, but he was already dead. I kept trying and trying but I couldn't save him. My youngest son was standing there crying. I woke up and I was very distressed. It felt so real to me.
Well what do you think
Tags: