Tonight, however, I realized something about myself. Perhaps I’ve known this subconsciously but tonight I was able to give it words. Continue reading
I am driving somewhere, it is evening. I park my minivan and then get into an oversized go-cart-like vehicle. I drive through the wooded grounds though there are many other cars parked around me.
I end up in an office. This building is significant, perhaps an FBI or other government building. I am standing before a high-tech printer and I pull out two of those old black floppy disks. I begin printing off documents and I can hear people beyond the door but it is locked from my side. They are attempting to break it down. I begin printing the sensitive documents and I realize they are checks and other personal information. They are close to getting in and I begin tearing papers in half. I stuff some of the paperwork and the two disks up my dress and pocket them in my panties. The people outside get in but somehow I get away and now I am in a car. Continue reading
No really…it was a dream while I was asleep. Not like a MLK dream, an actual dream. The dream is already whispering away into the deep of the night, to be forgotten. Still there are emotions, visual clippings of scenes, the last pieces to remain.
I was in a home, mine. There were two men who were making repairs to the home. One was interested in me. Upon leaving I gave him my card after feverishly scrawling my phone number on it only to realize I’d combined my home number and my cell number. I was so disappointed. I recall from the dream writing a 4 instead of a 2. This was a vivid ‘mistake’ that easily dwells within my mind’s eye from the dream. Fortunately he came back and I was able to ‘fix’ the mistake. Continue reading