The Pyramid That Reversed the Fall

Dream recorded: 9/23/2026

I was driving through an old town. I don’t remember the rest.

Then I was somewhere else, like a Mayan stone intricate pyramid, but wide up top.

A flood came down. A bunch of pouring rain just on the pyramid where we were.

I was with other people, wearing a mask or decorative stuff on me.

We fell down a row with a stone lip. We caught ourselves.

There were other people holding on to the stone, praying.

It only lasted a couple seconds.

We didn’t fall all the way down, but if we did, we would have died. Or we would have gotten hurt.

I reached out into the air, like punching text numbers.

12, 25, 26.

Then I saw a blue roof, like a playcape roof for kids.

My kid wasn’t supposed to be up there. He slid down it and cut himself bad.

Then everything reversed back.

He was back up, playing on the roof.

I yelled, “Stop.”

I hit some help, a ladder, and they brought him down.

A man said, “There’s a sharp edge here. He would have cut himself bad.”

Then I was in my grandma’s room, her room, on her bed, looking at the window.

Her floral curtains and sheets.

It had to be her room.

It felt like it.