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December 11, 2003
Dream Concrete
I had the strangest dream last night. I am still weirded out by it. All that I remember is that my family all lived in a house down here in Phoenix, which is strange, but it gets even weirder. Without telling me, my family plans a trip to Tuscon, and when I find out I get really pissed. Well, it turns out that they are going to Tuscon to perform some bizarre ceremony... thing. Something involving some creapy shit and coming to terms with my mother's death (this is the first dream that I remember where she isn't still alive - maybe that could be considered progress). Anyway, I get really creeped out and threw a fit, begging them not to go. Then they set the house on fire and I ran upstairs to my bedroom to try and save stuff form the fire. I also let the cat out the window (strange because I don't have a cat). While I am frantically trying to save my irreplacing possesions, the fire suddenly stops. I go outside and my family is there like it was all a big joke. Creeped me out.
When I was waking up from the dream, while in that strange inbetween state, I swore I heard someone in my apatment. I heard someone sit down at my desk and then come into my bedroom with a small, dim light. There were muffled voices and then a cat ran up and down my bed. I wanted to scream or something, but I was still asleep enough to where I couldn't move. It was so freaky. I couldn't get back to sleep at all.
Sorry if this is hard to read, but you know how it is when you are trying to describe a dream.
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Posted by amanda at December 11, 2003 02:53 PM