I had a nightmare that my prosthetic leg drowned.

I wear a microprocessor knee prosthesis. A device that is computerized and helps make walking overall safer and makes hills, ramps, and steps more manageable. Although I still expend far more energy to walk with it than the average able-bodied person, it helps a great deal, and it wasn't cheap. Thankfully my insurance covered it (after quite the ordeal) and I essentially guard it with my life. I often wear a protective cover over, and I ALWAYS keep it away from water. That's right, it's not waterproof. Most computerized knees are slightly water resistant but don't hold up to being submerged in water. This has caused me to panic a hand full of times, like when the outdoor Taylor Swift concert I barely secured tickets to was expected to be one long thunderstorm and the time I went out on my friends boat and we thought we were sinking. Knowing that my prosthesis was worth more than the boat created an interesting emergency plan in my mind, to say the least.

I have only dreamed as an amputee a hand full of times thus far, and last night was the only full-blown nightmare I've had with my prosthesis. It started so great. I went to a music festival with my best friend Sarah and had more margaritas and corn dogs than I could count. Sadly, that is likely what lead to Kiki's ( my fake leg) demise. By the end of the night, a large swimming pool near the open field was lit up and seemed like the perfect respite from the heat of the day. I proceeded to take off my shoes, drop my bag, and just jump in. Poor Kiki didn't stand a chance. My fake foot hit the bottom edge of the pool before I realized what I had done. I immediately dragged my now notably heavier self out of the pool and tried to shake all the water out of her. But it was too late. She was too far gone and was now nothing more than a big paperweight with a size seven foot.

Every amputee knows insurance only gives you a new leg every few years. And every amputee knows that water damage isn't covered under the warranty. So you can imagine how quickly this fun dream turned into a nightmare. When I woke up, the first thing I did was make sure my baby Kiki was still alive and well by plugging and unplugging her charging cord until I heard the sweet sound of battery power. The moral of the story is, don't ever get so drunk that you would jump into a pool without taking off your fake leg first.