reasoning

it is nearly three in the morning, i just woke up from a horrible dream but as i lay awake thinking about it, or trying not to think about it, i'm finding myself finding the flaws in this dream which is just more proof that it was a silly dream. twice this week i've had horrible dreams in the first one i was at the funeral of my best friend, i knew the whole time it was wrong, i mean there were some obvious flaws in the dream. none the less i woke up sad and with a strong desire to call this friend "just to say Hello"
tonight's dream took place with me and the presidents, we were walking on the side of a highway, and for some reason we decided to take the trail along the river, not too close to the river mind you, but there was a river none the less, so as we are walking there are several switch backs, we avoid any steep inclines, and dangerous parts of the trail, we get to a point where we have to walk along a very narrow pathway with it seemed like a wall on one side and the other slide was a steep dirt covered hill about 100+ feet up from the river, as we are walking along Handsome is not watching where he is going, the path is too narrow to walk two by two, something happens and both the presidents fall, and begin to slide down the hill towards the river, there is nothing to grab a hold of they are just sliding fast, i slide down the side of the the cliff as well, we all get to the river at the same time, the presidents are holding hands as they reach the water, as i reach out for them i can not grab them then Handsome let's go of Gus's hand and is gone down the river, i can't react fast enough but then i wake up before i can save them
disturbing i know, that''s why i'm awake not sleeping so as i am trying to clam down i've found several flaws with this dream first off why would i be walking along the highway with my children, then walk along the river i am pretty terrified of the river when it comes to my kids, second of all, the rive and the mountain did not match the mountain was obviously some where in northern California, the trees, the ferns, the dirt, it was not idaho. but the river was just like the one across the street from my house, deep, fast, narrow. there were many other flaws but the biggest one of all, is why if we all got to the river at the same time would i not be able to grab a hold of my children, and they never cried or thrashed or attempted to swim or get out of the water they just sank
so all reasoning has led me to believe that this dream was stupid and i should go back to sleep