Once when I was 12 I dreamt a woman stabbing me under my shoulder blade and the knife running down to my knee. For my entire life I have remembered that dream; felt sure I know what that would feel like....it was so real. No dream has ever topped it. No dream has ever found me stabbed again.
Last night I had two. I know now what it feels like and the terror involved with a man hacking away at your side with a butchers knife as if it were an ax. Likewise, a knife to the tummy...repeatedly. Almost more strange is remember the two different men who did this. Both might be described as peace loving yoga hippies. Two seperate dreams.
--ow, that hurts! knock it off!
Last night I had two. I know now what it feels like and the terror involved with a man hacking away at your side with a butchers knife as if it were an ax. Likewise, a knife to the tummy...repeatedly. Almost more strange is remember the two different men who did this. Both might be described as peace loving yoga hippies. Two seperate dreams.
--ow, that hurts! knock it off!
the meting of two tough ass musically matched fire women!!!!!!!!!!!!
can't wait!