Dreamt that a friend and I walked two young girls to the park so we could play. As we got in sight of they playground equipment, the girls decided to race. One got a head start and ran with very short, quick steps. The other — realizing there was no rule requiring them to stay on the back — used a short, easy jog across the grass to beat the other girl to the swing set.
We watched as the two girls swung. At one point, the older girl decided to try some tricks. First, she stood up in the swing. Next, she sat down and hooked her feet around the chains. I immediately realized what she was going to try to do and yelled out, “NO-!!” but I was to late. She turned herself upside down, so her head and body were far below the swing.
Her head hit the ground face first, snapping her head backwards. But she wasn’t out of momentum. The second time down, the back of her head it, and that’s when her feet let go and she fell to the pavement.
I ran to her side. She was crying and in a lot of pain, trying to move. “Stay still,” I said, bracing her head and neck with my forearms, trying to keep them in line with her spin. “Don’t move.” But I couldn’t stop her from crawling into a sitting position against my chest. I held her as I cried. “You are going to be all right.”
I woke up crying.