I have vivid and unusual dreams, when I remember them. Often, they play out like movies. If dreams can tell us anything about ourselves, then this dream journal should tell a lot about me! (Let's hope it doesn't just say I'm a crazy lady.)

Thursday, 8 May 2008

A Piece Of Her Mind

I dreamed that my oldest daughter Victoria showed up at our house. She gave me a "letter" she had written to me, but it was actually a small self-published book. The title was "To Mom & Dad" but the "Dad" part was in a smaller font. She hugged both my husband and me and then left.

Instead of reading like a long letter, it was more like I was reading Victoria's thoughts that she had throughout the day, but they were all a jumbled mess and disjointed. It was as if she was really confused and she couldn't finish one thought before beginning another. None of the writing came anywhere close to making sense. I became really sad, because I knew that this was the current state of her mind. But I felt like she was showing me this for a reason, like she was asking me to help her.

Then I woke up, left feeling disturbed and yet peaceful at the same time.

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