The theater has been pretty dark lately, so I decided to jot down the last ‘interesting’ dream that I can remember.
From MONTHS ago.
What I recall is waking up in the back of a pickup truck. It is incredibly dark out and this road we’re traveling on is surrounded by nothing but thick trees on either side of the road. This area was in the middle of nowhere, way out in No Man’s Land.
The thing that really took over the dream was that this truck I was in was going at maximum speed. I mean, it was barreling down that road at a couple hundred miles an hour. It was traveling F-A-S-T.
Incredibly fast. So fast that I couldn’t even jump out of the tailgate if I wanted. (Nevermind the fact that I was literally out in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night with nothing but wildlife around that would live inside those woods this truck was barreling past).
Really weird dream. It felt like I was kidnapped or something. I really don’t know. Even in the dream I was pretty clueless as to what exactly was happening. The terrifying, lightning speed of the truck was what was uppermost in my mind.
4-2-17
Wendy Moira Angela Darling says Hello
About two mornings ago I had the shortest dream, and it was about my Wendy Kitty.
All it entailed was me walking into the bathroom and finding Wendy sitting on the sink's counter top. She was just sitting there, all prim and proper in true cat fashion.
She had gained her weight back and looked thriving and healthy.Before she passed away she was a bag of bones and in very poor health, so it was a good dream... short as it was.
Thank Goodness it wasn't one of my typical bad dreams that I have - and for years - after a pet passes away.
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