dream.

[jm_destro]

i lived in an old cabin back in the 1800's in california. my husband was a retired minor/farmer. i was sleeping, and a sound woke me up and i went out the porch door to see what it was. it was a dear. we stared at each other for a long time, then it ran off. for some reason, i started to run after it and kept running and running. after a while, i wasn't even running after the dear anymore, i was just running. i was in woods, the branches kept stauling me whenever i got caught on them, and it started to rain. all of a sudden, i heard someone calling me. it was frustrating me because i couldn't tell where the sound was coming from or who's voice it was. a little up in the clearing, there was a strange yellow light, and i headed toward it, figuring that whoever was calling me was there. and when i entered where the light was, everything around me dissapeared and i was in my grandparents old house.. with all the clocks on the wall, and china set on display.. i sat down in the chair in the living room, and fell asleep. then woke up to the sound of my alarm clock.

i know this dream sounds pointless, but i wanted to write it down before i forgot, because it was one of the most vivid dreams i can ever remember having... weird.