scary dream
I haven't dreampt in a long time- or at least, I think that since I've been so tired and stressed I haven't remembered them.
but last night, I had a really disturbing dream.
I dreampt that there was death and mourning surrounding campus.
People were gathered burying their friends, family, and more disturbingly, their children. There was one room that was kind of a like a green house and the graves were all very small and lifted up so you could see the heads of the deceased children. There were infants through probably age eight. Everyone seemed a little down, but nobody was weeping bitterly. They just all sat with their heads hung low. I went outside and saw by the chapel a few headstones with the names of people I know and I realized that they weren't dead, but they would be. I'm not sure why, but there was some kind of investigation going on. I think they had buried somebody for a crime they had committed but their guilt was still being questioned and I was some kind of witness. I don't remember specifically, but I think I saw a tombstone for my sister and for me, it just felt like my life was over. I think she was over by the bell tower, so I took a piece of sod and went to kneel by it. I remember feeling so uncomfortable being so close to the dead bodies...
and then I saw my name on a headstone
I've always dreampt so vividly, and a lot of times I almost wished the dreams would be prophetic [like my baby dreams... minus the miscarriage]. But this... this is scary.
but last night, I had a really disturbing dream.
I dreampt that there was death and mourning surrounding campus.
People were gathered burying their friends, family, and more disturbingly, their children. There was one room that was kind of a like a green house and the graves were all very small and lifted up so you could see the heads of the deceased children. There were infants through probably age eight. Everyone seemed a little down, but nobody was weeping bitterly. They just all sat with their heads hung low. I went outside and saw by the chapel a few headstones with the names of people I know and I realized that they weren't dead, but they would be. I'm not sure why, but there was some kind of investigation going on. I think they had buried somebody for a crime they had committed but their guilt was still being questioned and I was some kind of witness. I don't remember specifically, but I think I saw a tombstone for my sister and for me, it just felt like my life was over. I think she was over by the bell tower, so I took a piece of sod and went to kneel by it. I remember feeling so uncomfortable being so close to the dead bodies...
and then I saw my name on a headstone
I've always dreampt so vividly, and a lot of times I almost wished the dreams would be prophetic [like my baby dreams... minus the miscarriage]. But this... this is scary.