This looks so real, I am frightened.I had a dream recently about the future...
Funny Dreams...
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It has certainly renewed my belief in alternate universes.Stranger things have happened.
"All you need to do is hold on tight... and believe" – Stephen KingIt has certainly renewed my belief in alternate universes.
Last night I dreamed that Brady from Mr. Mercedes was after me, HollyGolightly and Neesy
He was Brady, we knew that, but he was walking around in a Pennywise mask. The world was a medieval type place, except when we tried to meet to come up with a plan, that was inside a modern bank. We were being very careful not to let Brady see us together, because as a Stephen King creation, he would know us as SKMB members right away. I woke up while we were trying to formulate a plan in the bank.
I didn't even eat anything weird or spicy last night! I have no idea where that came from other than this has been one of "those" weeks for me.
He was Brady, we knew that, but he was walking around in a Pennywise mask. The world was a medieval type place, except when we tried to meet to come up with a plan, that was inside a modern bank. We were being very careful not to let Brady see us together, because as a Stephen King creation, he would know us as SKMB members right away. I woke up while we were trying to formulate a plan in the bank.
I didn't even eat anything weird or spicy last night! I have no idea where that came from other than this has been one of "those" weeks for me.
In my dreams I often think that to fly is easer than to go and then I do it ... I fly, I imply...
I dreamt that the guy who owns the convenience store up the avenue came into my bedroom and started to throw sewing needles at me.
Last night, I dreamt that there was this horrific disease going around....sorta like a flu and sorta like AIDs. Seems they were using some sort of lottery to pick the folks who would get it. Needless to say, I was one of the unfortunate folks named....oh, and the Queen. Anyway, I had to go to Buckingham palace to speak with her about it...no clue why. I entered there and got onto a very huge elevator. The inside was decorated with French Provinical furniture....picture French whor*house. The doors started to close but not before three cats jumped inside. Then I was awakened by MY cats.