Slower passing are the hours/To tell this tale that takes its time ("Rita," by Bebo Norman)
Memories of dreams are some of the strongest, and sometimes the most sickening, memories. I dreamed two days ago that I was drowning and that I did not realize it. That I was drowning, slowly breathing in the heavy water as I slept. And I tried to wake up. In my dream, I never did. In reality, well, I awoke a thankful and air-gasping person. I wonder if I ended up drowning in my dream.
Another dream this week, a memory plagiarized from I Am Legend. I won't describe it, but it wasn't fun. Only one person didn't want to kill me. And that was because he didn't really have the time.
Why do I mention my dreams?
Because even dreams take part in shaping my "worldview"
And because I had an interesting conversation about dreams last week.
Different accounts were given by people my age about dreams predicting or warning. And that is all that I can say on the topic right now.
1 comment:
Yes that is true, (though they are fickle, memories). I almost feel bad for not having any strong bad memories of dreams. Yours does sound terrifying. I really don't know what to think of them myself(and it will probably stay that way).
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