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I keep dreaming I am pregnant.
O_O
It's been three nights in a row now. Whether this is a premonition or just a nightmare, I can't tell. I think (and hope) it's the latter, as I don't believe I know anyone with a beach house. But, if for some reason this summer I end up in a beach house, I'm going to royally freak. Especially if Matt or Will are there.
So, in the first one I've run away to a rather large and lavish beach house, the beach has no people on it, and try as I might I can't turn my head in just the right way to see the water. There was a lot of white, the walls of the house where white, I was wearing white, the sand was very light. I was entirely alone, and that was how I wanted it to remain.
The second took place in an even more lavish apartment. There was antiques everywhere, and everything was dark wood, the wallpaper was red and gold. In fact everything was red and gold. I was wearing far too much make up and jewellery, and there was a man there. A blonde one, I think I loved him, but for some reason I still wanted to hang myself.
The third was in an Art-Deco hotel. My lover wore nothing but black, and his smile terrified me. There were people, 5 or maybe 6 of them, milling about the place reading, chatting and researching something, but they didn't acknowledge us. And they didn't intervene as he snapped my neck.
Those were disturbing dreams. Each one was only a split second long, but for that second I wholly believed it was reality. And I really don't like the feeling of a snapped neck. O_O
Anyway, I've got to go analyse them.
xx
Fe
O_O
It's been three nights in a row now. Whether this is a premonition or just a nightmare, I can't tell. I think (and hope) it's the latter, as I don't believe I know anyone with a beach house. But, if for some reason this summer I end up in a beach house, I'm going to royally freak. Especially if Matt or Will are there.
So, in the first one I've run away to a rather large and lavish beach house, the beach has no people on it, and try as I might I can't turn my head in just the right way to see the water. There was a lot of white, the walls of the house where white, I was wearing white, the sand was very light. I was entirely alone, and that was how I wanted it to remain.
The second took place in an even more lavish apartment. There was antiques everywhere, and everything was dark wood, the wallpaper was red and gold. In fact everything was red and gold. I was wearing far too much make up and jewellery, and there was a man there. A blonde one, I think I loved him, but for some reason I still wanted to hang myself.
The third was in an Art-Deco hotel. My lover wore nothing but black, and his smile terrified me. There were people, 5 or maybe 6 of them, milling about the place reading, chatting and researching something, but they didn't acknowledge us. And they didn't intervene as he snapped my neck.
Those were disturbing dreams. Each one was only a split second long, but for that second I wholly believed it was reality. And I really don't like the feeling of a snapped neck. O_O
Anyway, I've got to go analyse them.
xx
Fe