DrKimDavies

...and I just knew this must be a dream. I immediately flew around the room and outside, superman style. My altitude was dropping a bit so I swam breaststroke style to get up amoungst the other parachuters and hang-gliders dotted about the sky. Suddenly I was indoors again, inside a tall building, still flying. But I was not in the air, I was in the building, actually amoungst the structure of the building, the scaffolding, the pipes, the walls and floors. I felt like a ghost being able to move through walls. I could hear a jackhammer approaching as I moved up. It concerned me that I might collide with it and become damaged....

I woke with a crick neck, and moved my head around to test the extent of the damage. The pain swept over my neck intensly and I had to put Felix down naked on the change table. I sat back in a big chair feeling sick and faint while Felix weed and pooed. I had to get to the toilet fast, feeling sick to my stomach, dry reatching and pooing simultaneously. I could not get up. I could only think of Felix sitting in the big puddle, and yelled and banged on the wall for help but no-one came. I made a heroic dash for my mobile, rang Mauro downstairs, and he came up and tended to Felix while I lay face down in the stinky carpet with my undies around my knees.

My neck is now braced up and I am coping OK. But I do wonder ... did the jackhammer do this to my neck?