I had dreamed of a huge mud flood sweeping away a car I was following, a red SUV that carried my father and sister.
I was afraid and ran out into the mud crying out to the SUV that was drifting off in a slew of chocolate mud.
I looked to the right and saw both my father and sister walking lightly over the mud, as if floating — thin ghosts, heading away from me at a steady, slow pace.
I didn’t want to be left behind by them. I wanted to walk with them. Sadness.