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I am going to start writing down all of my dreams here. Maybe it will help. I have two dreams that I dream pretty much the same way everytime I dream them. One is a dream about a man standing over my bed in the dark watching me sleep. I can never tell who it is. I am pretty sure that is the dream I had over and over last night before I woke up when Terry left. I think this because I remember having a weird cold chill shoot through me and waking up for a split second and looking toward the closet door. It was open. I hate it when it is open. Most of the time when I have dreams that involve spirits they come out of the darkness of an open closet like it is some sort of gateway. A morbid version of Monsters, Inc. huh?

The other is a dream where the kids and I are on a huge ship sailing across the ocean that always ends up not taking us where we thought we were going. There are hundreds of us. All of the women and children are then gathered and have to pick out dresses and clothes for the boys (everything we have to choose from is white) and then we are given our choice of gold or silver crowns for our heads and then we are all gathered in the hull of the ship where there is an huge opening that you can see up out of the "pit" and then we are all mass murdered. Some unseen people are all shooting from somewhere above deck. Through the whole ordeal I know they are going to kill us and I am trying hard not to panic in front of the kids. Usually I wake up when all of our bodies are in a huge white and red pile.I am usually clutching all of the kids to me til the end. I am sort of watching it all like an out of body experience.

Posted by gwendolyn on November 07, 2001 at 03:02 PM