just remembered that i was having trouble sleeping and scary dreams
around 2am thursday morning. fast forward seven hours (or six, i'm not
sure) and you have 9am (or 8am) london time.
yesterday afternoon i remembered suddenly the dreams i had had that
morning, so i wrote them down (i want to get back into the habit of
remembering my dreams.) the following is what i wrote:
Was like a movie that i kept watching over and over. i frequented this
house where there was this guy to whom something horrible had happened
with his wife, like he had murdered her or something. driving to his
house involved some hilly terrain and he lived in a neighborhood like
the one aunt colleen lives in. everytime i was over there, we tried to
watch this one movie, one in which something horrible had happened to
someone - a dream within a dream of sorts. then the next time i went
over there, i met his wife who was pregnant - as if i had gone back in
time because the other times i had been to this man's house i had
watched his baby son. anyway she was nice, we all went on a walk, i
asked myself wether the guy wanted me to be his mistress or what. then
the last time i went to his house was with my brother, and we attempted
to watch the movie again but my brother and i left early fearing for our
lives i think.
1 comment:
that is weird
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