Here's a synopsis of the dream I had last night: I was at a doctor's office in Bloomington (where I'm from) and I found out that I was going to die of cancer in my 40s. My sister Keri picked me up from my appointment and took me to the mall. I hadn't said anything to Keri yet because I wanted Randy to be the first one I told, but since he was out in California I would have to tell him over the phone. I wanted to tell everyone about me dying face to face, but decided to call Randy because he had to be the first to know. I started out the conversation with "Randy, if you knew that I was going to die in my forties, would you still want to have a baby, since I've always wanted one?" He said yes (in my dream. This morning when I was rehashing the whole thing he said "no way! why would I want our kids to not have a mom?!) and I hung up the phone and told my sister about my dying. I think she was sad, but not too sure. I hope it's not prophetic!
I then dreamt about my nephew Levi last night too, but can't remember it except that he was running to me and I picked him up, threw him in the air, and then caught him. He was laughing and laughing.
I think my dreams have a multiple personality disorder of sorts.
3 comments:
my friend had a dream that her dog's ears fell off and there were chicken nuggets with legs crawling all over it like lice. figure that one out!!!
Hey, get a dream Journal and write all these down, you never know when something you do while your conscience will trigger your sub-conscience or vice versa. I think that you're taking things on yourself. I mean the cancer is a BIG thing in your life. I don't think you're going anywhere for a long time...
Yuck. I hate those dreams where things are crawling about!
I hope that my dreams aren't too prophetic (except for the one with Levi, but that one could've just been a reinactment).
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