Premonitions
In just the past few days some eerily bad things have happened. It's been very Friday the 13th-esque in my brain.
1) Roger lost in the second round in Cincy, a tournament where he usually wipes the court with everyone else.
2) My foot has begun throbbing again after being fine and apparently gaining strength daily for about a week. I continue to wrap it with an ACE bandage and elevate it but it's still sore.
3) Quig pooped in the family room the other day. He hasn't done that for years.
4) Everyone at work is getting odd injuries; the other day I dropped at least 10 boxes on my arm as well as the stick we use to get them down from up high and it looks like I tried to slit my wrists. Marina has some sort of weird eye infection that makes her eyes water all day long and the doctors don't really know what to do about it. Jettie's been showing up with crazy nasty bruises all over her arms and she has no idea where they're coming from. Rebekah dropped her curling iron and got a third degree burn on her leg that got really infected.
5) I've had to kill two spiders in the past two days.
6) And the clincher: last night I had the worst dream I think I've ever had. I was walking along an intersection near my parents' house that's usually really busy but was absolutely deserted and this car driving towards me pulled up along the side of the road and stopped. The driver got out and started walking towards me- not running, just sort of that evil I-know-you'll-eventually-stop-and-then-I'll-catch-you-and-you'll-be-out-of-energy-and-I'll-still-have-plenty-of-energy-to-drag-you-away leisurely walk and before I turned around and started to run I saw a girl in the backseat looking at me and laughing like I might as well not even try. So I started running and tried to yell for help but had lost my voice. That was the end but I woke up shaking and couldn't sleep for the rest of the night.
In all honesty, I didn't really think much about all this (except for mourning Roger's loss) until that dream because none of them are really all that tragic, but then it started to add up and is sort of freaking me out. I'm not saying that I think I'm cursed or anything ridiculous like that, but I can't help but feel that my life is trying to tell me something that I'm not really picking up on. Any ideas?
1) Roger lost in the second round in Cincy, a tournament where he usually wipes the court with everyone else.
2) My foot has begun throbbing again after being fine and apparently gaining strength daily for about a week. I continue to wrap it with an ACE bandage and elevate it but it's still sore.
3) Quig pooped in the family room the other day. He hasn't done that for years.
4) Everyone at work is getting odd injuries; the other day I dropped at least 10 boxes on my arm as well as the stick we use to get them down from up high and it looks like I tried to slit my wrists. Marina has some sort of weird eye infection that makes her eyes water all day long and the doctors don't really know what to do about it. Jettie's been showing up with crazy nasty bruises all over her arms and she has no idea where they're coming from. Rebekah dropped her curling iron and got a third degree burn on her leg that got really infected.
5) I've had to kill two spiders in the past two days.
6) And the clincher: last night I had the worst dream I think I've ever had. I was walking along an intersection near my parents' house that's usually really busy but was absolutely deserted and this car driving towards me pulled up along the side of the road and stopped. The driver got out and started walking towards me- not running, just sort of that evil I-know-you'll-eventually-stop-and-then-I'll-catch-you-and-you'll-be-out-of-energy-and-I'll-still-have-plenty-of-energy-to-drag-you-away leisurely walk and before I turned around and started to run I saw a girl in the backseat looking at me and laughing like I might as well not even try. So I started running and tried to yell for help but had lost my voice. That was the end but I woke up shaking and couldn't sleep for the rest of the night.
In all honesty, I didn't really think much about all this (except for mourning Roger's loss) until that dream because none of them are really all that tragic, but then it started to add up and is sort of freaking me out. I'm not saying that I think I'm cursed or anything ridiculous like that, but I can't help but feel that my life is trying to tell me something that I'm not really picking up on. Any ideas?