Morning of September 10, 2014. Wednesday.

My oldest son seems to be about five years younger than in real life (being eighteen in reality). It is very late at night, around midnight or after, and it starts to dawn on me that I should check on him, as he had been gone too long and should have been back at least a half hour ago. I think it has something to do with getting a textbook. I start to worry a bit and feel that I had better look for him now.

I go out on the porch and notice two people, possibly typical drunks, in some sort of pointless verbal confrontation in the street although they do not pay much attention to me as I leave the house. (This part of my dream seems to “reset” and repeat.)

Eventually, as I walk about three blocks due south from the west side of my house, I start to call his name fairly loudly, as the business building I had assumed him to be at is closed, dark, and locked up. I shout mostly to the west and there is an area that looks a bit like the dilapidated shed (including the missing walls) at our last address on Barolin Street. Soon, I see him emerge and approach me, but then collapse at about halfway the distance. He had a cellphone, oddly enough, and had already called for an ambulance. When the ambulance arrives (which is shortly after I am aware of the call having been made) I learn that a panther had supposedly attacked him, but the (unknown) female attendant reports that it is “just a scratch”. It seems he will be fine shortly.

(I was once attacked by a hybrid bobcat in real life and the injury seemed worse than it was at first - thus this also seems like a typical anniversary “replay” in one layer, but many years difference here. This is something I have noticed time and time again with dreams, but more obvious with recognized holidays such as Christmas, Halloween, Valentine’s Day, and so on.)