Bad Dreams

About once every 6-7 years I get hit with a nightmare of some sort. For the most part I have been able to keep them away. But last night was possibly one of the worst so far.

No, contrary to popular belief, this was not an "out-of-toilet-paper" dream. This dream involved my Queen, and all of my kids. It also involved a direct attack that reminds me of September 11...except much worse. But this dream was just the start of it. To avoid further attacks and being caught, we had overstayed our time. Anyone who knows me is aware of how I move from place to place, job to job. This is usually because I feel I need to have that change in order to avoid capture. I know this sounds like a paranoid schizophrenic...and maybe I am. Maybe this life of being nomadic is the cause of my delusional nightmare.

But my personal history of my intuition has never led me off target before. Something is coming. I am not looking forward to it. I am not quite sure what it is yet, but my spidey-senses are on edge. I used to be able to sort it all out. Taking the dream and interpreting the meaning to figure out what the problem is that my subconcious was telling me and teaching me how to resolve it.

This was different though. Usually in those bad dreams, I would be the single person watching from the sidelines all that was happening. This time however, I was directly involved. I saw the destruction, the masses in panic, my children being injured. This time, I was involved...and I don't like it one bit. This dream has shaken me all day. I can still smell the scents, see the colors and hear the crackle, rumbles, and screams.

I hope this one washes off soon. It is a tough one to shake.

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