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I seriously have not been able to stop thinking about this all day-
Last night I had a dream that somehow I knew that if Leslie went on the White Water Rafting trip this saturday, she would die. But I couldn't tell that if she went she would die there because no one can know too much about their own destiny. She was going, and I was trying to make all sorts fo excuses for why she needed to stay here. She left for the trip anyway, and I was freaking put- knowing that she would die.
I woke up this morning, and immediately went to her room to tell her. She looked at me, kind of startled and said "I had a dream last night that I was going on the white water rafting trip, but then for some reason I had a feeling that I shouldn't go, so I didn't."
How very very weird. We (her, me and a few others) talked about going on this trip but in the end were all too lazy to sign up for it. I didn't have a conversation about the trip with anyone last night, nor a conversation about death, dying, freak accidents, etc. The trip is this saturday. Why would we both have similar dreams about that on a random Wednesday morning before the trip? Wow. Wow is really all I have to say.
Also, if I'm breaking my 3 month long protest of live journal, then I guess I should put it toward something useful...
GOOD LUCK ON YOUR FIRST DAY OF WORK REGINA PALMA!!!!!!!!!!!!! You're going to show that temp- agency who's boss. No one whores you out! P.S. I can't wait for our summer apartment together. I just had an idea- let's get it in ANGOLA! That way we'll always have a cool place to go on nights off close by. That or Emma's house, only so that we can sleep only a couple hundred feel from Ray-Ray. Think about it.
Last night I had a dream that somehow I knew that if Leslie went on the White Water Rafting trip this saturday, she would die. But I couldn't tell that if she went she would die there because no one can know too much about their own destiny. She was going, and I was trying to make all sorts fo excuses for why she needed to stay here. She left for the trip anyway, and I was freaking put- knowing that she would die.
I woke up this morning, and immediately went to her room to tell her. She looked at me, kind of startled and said "I had a dream last night that I was going on the white water rafting trip, but then for some reason I had a feeling that I shouldn't go, so I didn't."
How very very weird. We (her, me and a few others) talked about going on this trip but in the end were all too lazy to sign up for it. I didn't have a conversation about the trip with anyone last night, nor a conversation about death, dying, freak accidents, etc. The trip is this saturday. Why would we both have similar dreams about that on a random Wednesday morning before the trip? Wow. Wow is really all I have to say.
Also, if I'm breaking my 3 month long protest of live journal, then I guess I should put it toward something useful...
GOOD LUCK ON YOUR FIRST DAY OF WORK REGINA PALMA!!!!!!!!!!!!! You're going to show that temp- agency who's boss. No one whores you out! P.S. I can't wait for our summer apartment together. I just had an idea- let's get it in ANGOLA! That way we'll always have a cool place to go on nights off close by. That or Emma's house, only so that we can sleep only a couple hundred feel from Ray-Ray. Think about it.