My dreams take me to the wierdest places—sometimes good, sometimes bad—but there are some of them I just don't want to forget. So good or bad, they go here. My dreams take me on a journey into the farthest parts of my mind. If I can figure out what they mean, maybe I can understand myself a bit better. You are more than welcome to take this journey with me, but don't judge what you read. Remember, it was just a dream.

That said, a lot of these dreams have at least one part of them that would be great in a story. Some of them would make amazing stories all on their own, so I do get a lot of writing inspiration from these pages. Maybe one day you'll read one of my stories and know exactly which dream inspired it!

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Guest Dream! From My Sister

This dream was not mine. It was dreamed by my sister, who told me about it the other day and I had to record it here. I was in it, and it seems to me that it has some meaning to it, so I asked her permission to post it here, and she wrote it out for me. This is in her words, the way she remembered it. =)

I woke up to the smell of smoke. I jumped up and ran to another room where my pregnant sister (Crystal), my baby nephew, and my other two nephews David and Levi were. When I got into the room David and Levi where holding on to Crystal and the baby. They just kept screaming "Mommy!" "Baby!" It was high pitched and made my heart sink.
I pulled David and Levi off of Crystal and the baby, and checked to see if Crystal and the baby were alive but there was no pulse. So I took David and Levi and ran outside. I put them on the side walk and told them to stay there. I ran back inside to the room where Crystal and the baby were. I checked to make sure they were dead. When I realized they weren't breathing and had no pulse I went and got my bearbear and my dog bear and ran outside.
There I meet the boys and a man. He opened up his van and I put the boys and my dog in the van and got in. I remember the man saying something but I don't know what. I remember watching the house go up in flames from the van. The last thing I remember was looking over and holding the boys and telling them everything was gonna be okay.

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