Every parent's worst nightmare

Literally . . . I went to bed with Aidan, since I was so wiped out from the night before. I dreamt that I was walking with Aidan through some kind of national park, near a large, swift river. I pointed out one point in the river; I think I was telling Aidan that it wasn't real, that they had modified it there or something. And then Aidan wanders close to the edge, and then he walks right out onto a rock ledge that is inexplicably not fenced of like the rest . . . and he just jumps right into the water. He disappears in the water. I scream and run up the edge and look down . . . and I don't see him. I look down-river and don't see him. I think about calling 911 and realize it would be too late if I don't pull him out now. And I can't see him. I think about diving in after him and realize that might be foolish, that I too could get swept away or swept under and not find him. I jump across the other side, holding onto the rocks, with each new handhold looking for Aidan. I see ever-so-vaguely his blue coat, but I can't be sure. Finally, holding onto the rock I push my face into the water, and unexpectedly Aidan is right there. I can't see him put I feel him, almost as if someone is handing him right to me. As I pull him from the water, wondering if I'm too late, I wake up.

I haven't had dreams like that since Aidan was a little baby. But this was by far the most realistic. Looking back on it, I think I did everything correctly, but it just chills me to the bone that your child can be there one minute and be gone the next.