The strange dream I had last night had to do with a family reunion.
In the dream, I was at a family reunion (on my mother's side). It was somewhere in the USA. My grandmother was there. (She died many years ago.) I had forgotten to bring a camera with me, so I had no way of taking photos of my kids with their rarely-seen relatives. My grandmother had brought her camera but didn't know how it worked, so she asked me if I could take some photos for her.
I started taking some random photos, many of which turned out really beautifully. Then I heard that my cousin Dana's wife was in labor at the hospital. Another cousin (one I don't remember having) told me he would drive me to the hospital so I could take photos of the new baby and congratulate the parents.
When we got to the hospital, we entered into a section that was mostly dark. One person was there. I don't know if he was a doctor or a lab assistant, but he gave us directions. We turned to leave, then turned to thank him for the directions but he had already disappeared. He'd told us to change into scrubs, and where to find the scrubs, before we entered the other part of the hospital, so we did.
I got lost and separated from my cousin on the way up to the room, but eventually found it. While lost, I kept wandering into parts of the hospital that were dark, abandoned run down and generally creepy.
Eventually, I found the right floor and entered the maternity ward. I was given directions to the waiting room when I told them I was there for Brandy. (When I asked who I was there to see, I said "Brandy," and the person who came into my mind was not my cousin's wife but another friend of mine named Brandy, and for a brief instant, I thought I had named the wrong person before remembering that they are both named Brandy.)
And, while I waited, I decided I needed to pee, but visitors weren't allowed to use the bathrooms, so I had to wait.
Then I woke up.
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Thursday, 8 July 2010
Useful Magic & Fierce Dragons
I had a very unusual dream last night.
It started off with me being at a play with my husband and children. I suddenly got a very uneasy feeling, as if something bad was going to happen. That's when four young people, two guys and two girls showed up beside where I was sitting. They all looked to be between the ages of 17 and 20.
One of the girls had long dark hair and brown eyes. The other girl had mid-lenght blonde hair and blue eyes. The boys were the same as the girls, with one being a brunette with brown eyes and one being a blonde with blue eyes. The blonde girl and the blonde boy both wore glasses, and the boys both had short, spiky hair. The brunette girl was dressed very business-like in clothes that were clearly designer-made. The blonde girl and the two young men were wearing jeans and t-shirts.
They looked at me as if they were waiting for me to say something, as if I should know why they were there, standing beside me. I raised my eyebrows at them and waited.
The blonde young woman spoke first, "It's not safe here. You need to come with us."
I remained sitting. My instincts were that she was telling the truth, but the reasonable side of my brain couldn't make sense of it.
The young brown-haired man spoke up, "I know you've sensed it. Something's coming. We have to stop it. We need your help."
When I just sat there looking at them, I think they started to realize that I didn't really have any idea what they were talking about.
Amazingly, Robert, sitting beside me, didn't seem to notice any of this going on. He was absorbed in the play, as were our kids.
The four of them started talking amongst themselves. "Can it be that she really doesn't know?" asked the young brunette woman.
"Look," the blonde young man said, "Carly, we all found out when we were young. Our parents knew about our gifts. Maybe hers didn't. It's possible."
The brunette woman, Carly, spoke again,"Travis, how can it be possible that she doesn't know? Surely her gifts would have surfaced by now. Surely, she would have questioned it!"
The blonde woman joined in the discussion, "I agree with Carly," she stated. "Rebecca is older than all of us. By now, she would have noticed that she wasn't normal."
I pondered for a moment about the fact that they knew my name and then the brunette man joined the conversation, "Jynx, I know it's unlikely, but we have to at least entertain the possiblity that she doesn't know. Shouldn't we just ask her?"
"How, Jake?" Jynx asked him. If she really doesn't know, she's going to think we're crazy. And we don't have time for this!"
The girl called Carly turned to me then. "Rebecca, please, what I'm going to say may sound completely crazy, but I need you to hear me out without interupting," she pleaded with me.
And that's when the four of them told me I had powers, that I'd always had these powers. I could perform magic, they said. And, even though it sounded crazy, and even though I knew I should be either laughing at them or calling in the mental professionals, I believed them. Something about their words rang true. I wasn't even surprised when Jake held his palm out and a fire lit in the palm of his hand from thin air, blazing on his palm without burning it, or when Carly blew gently on a pen she held in her hand, and it froze, white ice crystals forming across it.
Then they explained to me that I needed to learn more about my own power. They told me that something evil was coming, and that it would endanger everyone, including the people I loved, but that it would come for us, those of us with magic, first. We were the only things standing between it and the safety of the rest of the world.
They didn't know what form the evil would take, only that it was coming and that it was formless, but would take a form of its own choosing when it got here.
I tried explaining it all to Robert but he didn't understand. Jynx touched his head and he seemed to forget. He didn't forget me, but he forgot that I was there with him and went back to watching the play with the kids.
We left then. The four of them took me outside. I could feel that whatever the evil was that they had spoken of, it was close. I felt it like shivers on my skin.
The told me that we had to fly to the house they were taking me to, to their headquarters. All I had to do was think of flying. Within moments, all five of us were flying through the air at ever-increasing speed. I followed them. Strangely, it didn't even cross my mind how strange it was to be flying, or how incredible it was.
We arrived at a large, three-story house. It looked ancient. Everything in it was antique. It was built in stone, like a castle, but it was just a very large house. The interior was furnished in oak furniture.
Before they had a chance to teach me anything about my powers, I heard a whooshing in the air and realized it was the sound of giant wings. I looked out the window and was the first of us to see the form that the evil had taken.
It had taken the form of a giant dragon. It's scales were more grey than green, and it's eyes were yellow. It was as large as the house we were in, and I could tell from the smoke coming through it's nose that it was able to breathe fire.
Travis yelled, "Hide!" and everyone ran to hide. They hid in large cupboards and in closets. I found a doorway to a closet that looked like it was made out of metal. Would it be safe from fire?
Two seconds later, fire exploded throughout the room we were in. It burned through the space we had been occupying just moments before with explosive force. I could feel the heat of it on the other side of the door, and then it stopped. I knew it would only be a matter of moments before we would feel the heat again.
Then I heard the voices. Robert and the kids were downstairs. Somehow, they had not forgotten my being with them as we had thought they had, and they'd followed us. They were in danger!
I came out of the protective safety of the closet space and faced the dragon. I knew I was going to die, but maybe they could get away while the dragon focused on me.
I yelled for them to run, and then the fire came at me. I held my hands up, and the fire stopped. It was still burning, but it stopped as if an invisible wall were between it and me. I realized that I coud do more with this power that, just a short while before, I hadn't even known I possessed. I thought about turning the fire back on the dragon and then it did. It turned and raged back at the dragon.
The fire didn't harm the dragon, but it surprised it. A large claw came through the window to find purchase to try and pull itself in. The dragon couldn't fit through the window, but it could pull the wall away and that's what it started to do.
I said,"No," and the bits of wall that had been pulled down reformed. I spoke again. My voice didn't even sound like me; it sounded deeper and more ancient, as if it were the voice of many. I said,"smaller" and the dragon shrank to about half of its size. It was still huge though.
I said, "Be gone," and the dragon just disappeared. The others came out then. They said they could have never done what I had done with my powers. They told me I needed to learn more about what I was capable of doing.
I agreed, but at the moment, I just wanted to go and check on my family and reassure msyelf that they were all safe.
That's when I woke up.
It started off with me being at a play with my husband and children. I suddenly got a very uneasy feeling, as if something bad was going to happen. That's when four young people, two guys and two girls showed up beside where I was sitting. They all looked to be between the ages of 17 and 20.
One of the girls had long dark hair and brown eyes. The other girl had mid-lenght blonde hair and blue eyes. The boys were the same as the girls, with one being a brunette with brown eyes and one being a blonde with blue eyes. The blonde girl and the blonde boy both wore glasses, and the boys both had short, spiky hair. The brunette girl was dressed very business-like in clothes that were clearly designer-made. The blonde girl and the two young men were wearing jeans and t-shirts.
They looked at me as if they were waiting for me to say something, as if I should know why they were there, standing beside me. I raised my eyebrows at them and waited.
The blonde young woman spoke first, "It's not safe here. You need to come with us."
I remained sitting. My instincts were that she was telling the truth, but the reasonable side of my brain couldn't make sense of it.
The young brown-haired man spoke up, "I know you've sensed it. Something's coming. We have to stop it. We need your help."
When I just sat there looking at them, I think they started to realize that I didn't really have any idea what they were talking about.
Amazingly, Robert, sitting beside me, didn't seem to notice any of this going on. He was absorbed in the play, as were our kids.
The four of them started talking amongst themselves. "Can it be that she really doesn't know?" asked the young brunette woman.
"Look," the blonde young man said, "Carly, we all found out when we were young. Our parents knew about our gifts. Maybe hers didn't. It's possible."
The brunette woman, Carly, spoke again,"Travis, how can it be possible that she doesn't know? Surely her gifts would have surfaced by now. Surely, she would have questioned it!"
The blonde woman joined in the discussion, "I agree with Carly," she stated. "Rebecca is older than all of us. By now, she would have noticed that she wasn't normal."
I pondered for a moment about the fact that they knew my name and then the brunette man joined the conversation, "Jynx, I know it's unlikely, but we have to at least entertain the possiblity that she doesn't know. Shouldn't we just ask her?"
"How, Jake?" Jynx asked him. If she really doesn't know, she's going to think we're crazy. And we don't have time for this!"
The girl called Carly turned to me then. "Rebecca, please, what I'm going to say may sound completely crazy, but I need you to hear me out without interupting," she pleaded with me.
And that's when the four of them told me I had powers, that I'd always had these powers. I could perform magic, they said. And, even though it sounded crazy, and even though I knew I should be either laughing at them or calling in the mental professionals, I believed them. Something about their words rang true. I wasn't even surprised when Jake held his palm out and a fire lit in the palm of his hand from thin air, blazing on his palm without burning it, or when Carly blew gently on a pen she held in her hand, and it froze, white ice crystals forming across it.
Then they explained to me that I needed to learn more about my own power. They told me that something evil was coming, and that it would endanger everyone, including the people I loved, but that it would come for us, those of us with magic, first. We were the only things standing between it and the safety of the rest of the world.
They didn't know what form the evil would take, only that it was coming and that it was formless, but would take a form of its own choosing when it got here.
I tried explaining it all to Robert but he didn't understand. Jynx touched his head and he seemed to forget. He didn't forget me, but he forgot that I was there with him and went back to watching the play with the kids.
We left then. The four of them took me outside. I could feel that whatever the evil was that they had spoken of, it was close. I felt it like shivers on my skin.
The told me that we had to fly to the house they were taking me to, to their headquarters. All I had to do was think of flying. Within moments, all five of us were flying through the air at ever-increasing speed. I followed them. Strangely, it didn't even cross my mind how strange it was to be flying, or how incredible it was.
We arrived at a large, three-story house. It looked ancient. Everything in it was antique. It was built in stone, like a castle, but it was just a very large house. The interior was furnished in oak furniture.
Before they had a chance to teach me anything about my powers, I heard a whooshing in the air and realized it was the sound of giant wings. I looked out the window and was the first of us to see the form that the evil had taken.
It had taken the form of a giant dragon. It's scales were more grey than green, and it's eyes were yellow. It was as large as the house we were in, and I could tell from the smoke coming through it's nose that it was able to breathe fire.
Travis yelled, "Hide!" and everyone ran to hide. They hid in large cupboards and in closets. I found a doorway to a closet that looked like it was made out of metal. Would it be safe from fire?
Two seconds later, fire exploded throughout the room we were in. It burned through the space we had been occupying just moments before with explosive force. I could feel the heat of it on the other side of the door, and then it stopped. I knew it would only be a matter of moments before we would feel the heat again.
Then I heard the voices. Robert and the kids were downstairs. Somehow, they had not forgotten my being with them as we had thought they had, and they'd followed us. They were in danger!
I came out of the protective safety of the closet space and faced the dragon. I knew I was going to die, but maybe they could get away while the dragon focused on me.
I yelled for them to run, and then the fire came at me. I held my hands up, and the fire stopped. It was still burning, but it stopped as if an invisible wall were between it and me. I realized that I coud do more with this power that, just a short while before, I hadn't even known I possessed. I thought about turning the fire back on the dragon and then it did. It turned and raged back at the dragon.
The fire didn't harm the dragon, but it surprised it. A large claw came through the window to find purchase to try and pull itself in. The dragon couldn't fit through the window, but it could pull the wall away and that's what it started to do.
I said,"No," and the bits of wall that had been pulled down reformed. I spoke again. My voice didn't even sound like me; it sounded deeper and more ancient, as if it were the voice of many. I said,"smaller" and the dragon shrank to about half of its size. It was still huge though.
I said, "Be gone," and the dragon just disappeared. The others came out then. They said they could have never done what I had done with my powers. They told me I needed to learn more about what I was capable of doing.
I agreed, but at the moment, I just wanted to go and check on my family and reassure msyelf that they were all safe.
That's when I woke up.
Sunday, 21 March 2010
Danger On The Ice
Last night, I dreamed that I was ice skating on a lake. My kids and husband were ice skating too. There were a lot of other families ice skating on the lake.
In the middle of the ice, there was some loose snow which made it difficult for anyone to skate through the middle. I used the edge of the blades on my ice skates and started to scrape away the snow to make the ice smoother for skating on.
Others noticed what I was doing and came to do the same. I told them to do it gently so that they didn't damage the ice. When it was fairly smooth, the people who'd been helping went back to skating, except for one little girl and her dad who were still standing near me in the middle. Isabella, my 4 year old, was beside me as well.
At about this time, I noticed a bubble of water come up from the center of the ice right beside where we were standing, and I heard a loud creaking noise. With dawning horror, I realized what was happening.
"Get away from the center!" I shouted, "The ice is breaking!" and I grabbed Isabella and pulled her away towards the edge of the iced over lake where it was safer. The man who'd been out there with me with his little girl turned up right beside me again, but his little girl wasn't with him. She was about Isabella's age.
I looked to the center of the lake with horror. The little girl was standing there, looking down at the spreading water as the ice broke and sank and the water came ever closer to her. I knew I'd never be able to get to her in time, and her dad was looking her way as well. He looked distraut and he was shouting to her to run to him, but he hadn't moved towards her. I couldn't figure out why he was just standing there. Was he worried about breaking the ice with his weight? It didn't matter because the ice was breaking all around her anyway.
There were some trees beside the lake that were sick and had been slated for destruction. They had a rope barrier put up around them. I loosened the rope and tied it around myself, leaving an extra length on the opposite side for tying around the little girl. I yelled at her dad to grab the long end of it to pull us out if needed. If I fell in, I knew hypothermia would set in fast.
I looked up to where the little girl stood. I blinked and she disappeared. No one else had yet seen that she had fallen in. As long as she didn't drift from where she'd fallen, I knew where I'd find her, but she didn't have much time, even less because I couldn't even see any struggle. Just one minute she was there, and the next she was gone.
I ran out to where I'd last seen her, heedless of the creaks and cracking of the ice that I could hear and feel under my feet. I got to the edge of the ice and I could see her floating face down, lifeless. I didn't think she been under long enough for permanent damage, but I needed to get her out right away.
She was too far from the edge for me to reach her. I knew I was going to have to go into the water. I couldnt' be sure that her dad would pull us out. Although he still held the end of the rope, he just stood where he was, looking stunned and useless. But I couldn't leave her to die. Maybe I could be quick enough that the hypothermia wouldn't get to me before I had pulled her out.
I jumped into the water and instantly felt the cold seeping into every pore, wrapping my bones in it's icy coldness. I swam towards the little girl. Her hair was fanned out around her in the water. Her little pink coat was soggy and dragging her down. I wrapped my arms around her. I wanted to tie the loose bit of rope around her, but I couldn't get my chilled fingers to work properly, so I just wrapped my arms around her, lifting her head above the water and hoped that my strength would hold long enough.
I felt the rope pulling us faster towards the edge of the ice, and looked to see Robert helping the father pull the rope in. He'd been at the other end of the lake with our other kids, but must have seen what was happening and come to help. When I felt the edge of the ice, I wearily pushed her little body up onto it and pulled myself up after her.
Robert was now walking carefully (so as not to break any more of the ice) over to us, but I knew she didn't have time. Despite my exhaustion, I stood up on wobbly legs and gently lifted her limp body into my arms. With each step, I seemed to feel the strength returning to my legs and soon I was walking at a very quick pace towards the paramedics and the ambulance that were parked near the lake.
The paramedics rushed over to take her from me, and I felt that she would be okay, but I never found out because, as Robert approached me and wrapped his arms around me in a great big hug, that is when I woke up.
In the middle of the ice, there was some loose snow which made it difficult for anyone to skate through the middle. I used the edge of the blades on my ice skates and started to scrape away the snow to make the ice smoother for skating on.
Others noticed what I was doing and came to do the same. I told them to do it gently so that they didn't damage the ice. When it was fairly smooth, the people who'd been helping went back to skating, except for one little girl and her dad who were still standing near me in the middle. Isabella, my 4 year old, was beside me as well.
At about this time, I noticed a bubble of water come up from the center of the ice right beside where we were standing, and I heard a loud creaking noise. With dawning horror, I realized what was happening.
"Get away from the center!" I shouted, "The ice is breaking!" and I grabbed Isabella and pulled her away towards the edge of the iced over lake where it was safer. The man who'd been out there with me with his little girl turned up right beside me again, but his little girl wasn't with him. She was about Isabella's age.
I looked to the center of the lake with horror. The little girl was standing there, looking down at the spreading water as the ice broke and sank and the water came ever closer to her. I knew I'd never be able to get to her in time, and her dad was looking her way as well. He looked distraut and he was shouting to her to run to him, but he hadn't moved towards her. I couldn't figure out why he was just standing there. Was he worried about breaking the ice with his weight? It didn't matter because the ice was breaking all around her anyway.
There were some trees beside the lake that were sick and had been slated for destruction. They had a rope barrier put up around them. I loosened the rope and tied it around myself, leaving an extra length on the opposite side for tying around the little girl. I yelled at her dad to grab the long end of it to pull us out if needed. If I fell in, I knew hypothermia would set in fast.
I looked up to where the little girl stood. I blinked and she disappeared. No one else had yet seen that she had fallen in. As long as she didn't drift from where she'd fallen, I knew where I'd find her, but she didn't have much time, even less because I couldn't even see any struggle. Just one minute she was there, and the next she was gone.
I ran out to where I'd last seen her, heedless of the creaks and cracking of the ice that I could hear and feel under my feet. I got to the edge of the ice and I could see her floating face down, lifeless. I didn't think she been under long enough for permanent damage, but I needed to get her out right away.
She was too far from the edge for me to reach her. I knew I was going to have to go into the water. I couldnt' be sure that her dad would pull us out. Although he still held the end of the rope, he just stood where he was, looking stunned and useless. But I couldn't leave her to die. Maybe I could be quick enough that the hypothermia wouldn't get to me before I had pulled her out.
I jumped into the water and instantly felt the cold seeping into every pore, wrapping my bones in it's icy coldness. I swam towards the little girl. Her hair was fanned out around her in the water. Her little pink coat was soggy and dragging her down. I wrapped my arms around her. I wanted to tie the loose bit of rope around her, but I couldn't get my chilled fingers to work properly, so I just wrapped my arms around her, lifting her head above the water and hoped that my strength would hold long enough.
I felt the rope pulling us faster towards the edge of the ice, and looked to see Robert helping the father pull the rope in. He'd been at the other end of the lake with our other kids, but must have seen what was happening and come to help. When I felt the edge of the ice, I wearily pushed her little body up onto it and pulled myself up after her.
Robert was now walking carefully (so as not to break any more of the ice) over to us, but I knew she didn't have time. Despite my exhaustion, I stood up on wobbly legs and gently lifted her limp body into my arms. With each step, I seemed to feel the strength returning to my legs and soon I was walking at a very quick pace towards the paramedics and the ambulance that were parked near the lake.
The paramedics rushed over to take her from me, and I felt that she would be okay, but I never found out because, as Robert approached me and wrapped his arms around me in a great big hug, that is when I woke up.
Friday, 19 February 2010
Disjointed Dream Memory
I guess I went to bed worrying about my weight (again) and about how my kids and I were going to get to town this morning. We planned on walking, but I knew it might be difficult for the younger kids and I was a little worried that we wouldn't make it to our appointment on time.
The reason I know these things were on my mind when I went to bed last night is because my dream, what little I can remember of it, was all about those things. In the dream, Robert had made more cupcakes and different family members kept offering them to me. I had to keep turning down the cupcakes offered, even though I really wanted one, because I knew how much I wanted to reach my goal weight this week.
And then I was trying to get the kids ready to go to our appointment in town, and they kept messing up their hair after I'd brushed it so that I would have to brush it again. I would change the baby's diaper and then he'd poo in it again, so I would have to change him again. After lots of interruptions and things keeping me from getting everyone ready, we finally went out, with the double stroller and the single stroller in use so that the three youngest would not have to get too tired walking, and then before we even got to the gate at the end of our driveway, my 7 year old daughter was saying, "Mommy, my legs are tired!"
Oddly enough, my day actually was a little bit like I dreamed it, only I had to turn down cake and McDonald's. And we were late to the appointment, but not by much.
The reason I know these things were on my mind when I went to bed last night is because my dream, what little I can remember of it, was all about those things. In the dream, Robert had made more cupcakes and different family members kept offering them to me. I had to keep turning down the cupcakes offered, even though I really wanted one, because I knew how much I wanted to reach my goal weight this week.
And then I was trying to get the kids ready to go to our appointment in town, and they kept messing up their hair after I'd brushed it so that I would have to brush it again. I would change the baby's diaper and then he'd poo in it again, so I would have to change him again. After lots of interruptions and things keeping me from getting everyone ready, we finally went out, with the double stroller and the single stroller in use so that the three youngest would not have to get too tired walking, and then before we even got to the gate at the end of our driveway, my 7 year old daughter was saying, "Mommy, my legs are tired!"
Oddly enough, my day actually was a little bit like I dreamed it, only I had to turn down cake and McDonald's. And we were late to the appointment, but not by much.
Friday, 12 February 2010
Doorways & Family On The Other Side
In last night’s dream, I was shopping, and my son Cameron was with me. He started crawling away through the aisles of clothing, and as I went to follow him, the sales clerk assured me that there was nowhere for him to go and that he’d be perfectly safe there. I followed him anyway. He crawled down a short hallway that had doors to the ladies’ room and men’s room on either side. I picked him up, not wanting him to get dirty on the floor.
There was a doorway at the end of the hall too. As I looked, a woman came out. She had on a lab coat. I wasn’t sure if she was a doctor or a scientist, but before she closed the door behind her, I caught a glimpse of others in the room behind the door who were also wearing lab coats. She smiled at me and said, “Cute baby.” She said something else to me then, but I can’t remember what it was.
I left the hallway and went back into the main part of the store with Cameron still in my arms. I walked to the back of the store and noticed another door. It didn’t look like it fit with the rest of the store. Curious, I opened it and found a pub on the other side. I entered the pub and it was full of people. It appeared that there was a party going on in the pub. There was an indoor grill and a couple of men were barbequing on it. Someone else was serving drinks, and there was a lot of general socializing and friendly chatter going on.
I began to recognize some of the faces in the pub. I recognized my grandmothers and my grandfathers (all who have died in years past). An elderly gentleman called me over and started chatting with me. I think he was a great-uncle or great-great-uncle of mine, but I can’t remember now. I just remember that everyone in the pub was a relation of mine who had died. They oohed and aahed over how adorable Cameron was. They asked about the rest of the family and within minutes Robert and the rest of the kids came through the door from the store.
I remember feeling really good there, really loved and a part of something much bigger than myself. I remember lots of talks with people there but I can’t remember what we talked about, only that it was important. Two people told me not to worry, everything was going to work out just great, and I believed them. Then I woke up.
Just thinking about the dream so that I can remember enough to write it down now is bringing back that pleasant feeling from the dream.
There was a doorway at the end of the hall too. As I looked, a woman came out. She had on a lab coat. I wasn’t sure if she was a doctor or a scientist, but before she closed the door behind her, I caught a glimpse of others in the room behind the door who were also wearing lab coats. She smiled at me and said, “Cute baby.” She said something else to me then, but I can’t remember what it was.
I left the hallway and went back into the main part of the store with Cameron still in my arms. I walked to the back of the store and noticed another door. It didn’t look like it fit with the rest of the store. Curious, I opened it and found a pub on the other side. I entered the pub and it was full of people. It appeared that there was a party going on in the pub. There was an indoor grill and a couple of men were barbequing on it. Someone else was serving drinks, and there was a lot of general socializing and friendly chatter going on.
I began to recognize some of the faces in the pub. I recognized my grandmothers and my grandfathers (all who have died in years past). An elderly gentleman called me over and started chatting with me. I think he was a great-uncle or great-great-uncle of mine, but I can’t remember now. I just remember that everyone in the pub was a relation of mine who had died. They oohed and aahed over how adorable Cameron was. They asked about the rest of the family and within minutes Robert and the rest of the kids came through the door from the store.
I remember feeling really good there, really loved and a part of something much bigger than myself. I remember lots of talks with people there but I can’t remember what we talked about, only that it was important. Two people told me not to worry, everything was going to work out just great, and I believed them. Then I woke up.
Just thinking about the dream so that I can remember enough to write it down now is bringing back that pleasant feeling from the dream.
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