Insomnia and the Irish connection...
It's almost four am and I cannot sleep. I feel like I am tired but when
my head hits the pillow, nothing happens. I had a dream before I woke
up. I don't recall all of it but I don't have to. I've had it before.
I was an Irish barmaid in what I can only guess would be a 19th century pub. I was coming down the stairs as I heard arguing. A couple of men were having a verbal exchange and it was getting quite heated. I tried to intervene, and one of them drew one of those old style pistols and shot me.
Then it cuts to the funeral - I am an observer and there is a large leather bound book there. I walk up, and see myself sign. "Better luck next time". I sign the initials "I. M. U". I don't need a degree in rocketry to figure out what that means.
Anybody believe in past lives? I don't know anymore. I've always had a morbid fear of sharp objects being too close to my face.
Can anybody out there shed some light on this one?
I was an Irish barmaid in what I can only guess would be a 19th century pub. I was coming down the stairs as I heard arguing. A couple of men were having a verbal exchange and it was getting quite heated. I tried to intervene, and one of them drew one of those old style pistols and shot me.
Then it cuts to the funeral - I am an observer and there is a large leather bound book there. I walk up, and see myself sign. "Better luck next time". I sign the initials "I. M. U". I don't need a degree in rocketry to figure out what that means.
Anybody believe in past lives? I don't know anymore. I've always had a morbid fear of sharp objects being too close to my face.
Can anybody out there shed some light on this one?