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I had two of the most lucid and morbid dreams (excluding the very disturbing dream I had when I was seven in which I was trampled to death by a horse and buggy at a horse back riding camp in the desert) last night and the previous night. They both involved the deaths of people/animals that I am personally acquainted with:
Dream 1, April 10-11, 2006:
I am at tennis camp, everyone is wearing all white, and therefore it must be summer, because that is the only time that I go to such a camp. I am not playing tennis, however, and there are tennis courts stretching in every direction. My friend Susannah runs up to me, also wearing all white, although she does not go to the tennis club with me. She sobbingly informs me that her dog, Penelope, has just died. She then gives me a poster that she made commemorating the dog who, as far as I understand, has just died. The pictures on the poster portray her dog doing all sorts of things that I seriously doubt her dog has ever done, such as relaxing in a deck lounger on vacation, and running around the kitchen enthusiastically (she is a pretty fat dog).
Dream 2, April 11-12, 2006:
We are at the home of a family that we have known for a very long time, more or less "sitting shiva", although the family is definitely Catholic. The father, Steve, has just died, but it is unknown how this has happened. The family's 11 or 12 year-old daughter is sitting staring unblinkingly out a window while a picture of her father sits next to her. The picture then changes into a pillow which is blue, but has the characteristics of a headstone which reads: Stephen Petrucelli, beloved father and husband. It's written in a very cheery dark blue script that one often sees on stationery or wedding invitations. The daugher then begins to cry as she points to the pillow and says, "That's my dad". The last thing I saw was her mother, the apparent recent widow, in the kitchen making pancakes.
I have no idea what these two dreams mean, but I really hope that they aren't some kind of morbid prophecy.
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Dream 1, April 10-11, 2006:
I am at tennis camp, everyone is wearing all white, and therefore it must be summer, because that is the only time that I go to such a camp. I am not playing tennis, however, and there are tennis courts stretching in every direction. My friend Susannah runs up to me, also wearing all white, although she does not go to the tennis club with me. She sobbingly informs me that her dog, Penelope, has just died. She then gives me a poster that she made commemorating the dog who, as far as I understand, has just died. The pictures on the poster portray her dog doing all sorts of things that I seriously doubt her dog has ever done, such as relaxing in a deck lounger on vacation, and running around the kitchen enthusiastically (she is a pretty fat dog).
Dream 2, April 11-12, 2006:
We are at the home of a family that we have known for a very long time, more or less "sitting shiva", although the family is definitely Catholic. The father, Steve, has just died, but it is unknown how this has happened. The family's 11 or 12 year-old daughter is sitting staring unblinkingly out a window while a picture of her father sits next to her. The picture then changes into a pillow which is blue, but has the characteristics of a headstone which reads: Stephen Petrucelli, beloved father and husband. It's written in a very cheery dark blue script that one often sees on stationery or wedding invitations. The daugher then begins to cry as she points to the pillow and says, "That's my dad". The last thing I saw was her mother, the apparent recent widow, in the kitchen making pancakes.
I have no idea what these two dreams mean, but I really hope that they aren't some kind of morbid prophecy.
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