Saturday Aug 30, 2003

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Have you ever dreamed your own death?

I dreamed that I was struggling to get home, forcing my way on foot through heavy snow drifts (it almost never snows where I live, and never piles up). I got home at last (picture my pillow soaked with sweat from the effort), not to my current home, but to my folks' home (where I grew up). I finally made it to the basement door (we always went in through the basement if we were wearing wet shoes or boots). Somebody was hiding behind the door. As I walked through, he (or she, or it) smashed in the back of my head with a length of metal pipe. I woke up with the sensation of the back of my skull being forced out my mouth past my teeth, and my bedding soaked with sweat.

I hope dreams don't mean anything.
adelina:
No, I have never dreamed of my own death -- although I have dreamed of the deaths of other people.

I received your emails. Thanks. There was no need to apologize for your first email.
metatait:
Yes, I have dreamed of my own death, and the end of the world, and global wrafare, and the total dissolution of my being (that one was weird, and extremly meaningful). I certainly think dreams can mean a lot, but often they are just residual feedback form our days spilling across our neurons while we sleep. But they can be interpreted to such depths, and often seem to be speaking directly to us.

Earlier this evening a friend of mine told me of this dream she had in which two kids came to warn her of her daughter's possible death from high places. She later realized that one of the kids was an old friend who had had a terrible accident, and the other was her duaghter's step sister, who had been brutaly murdered years before. This dream seemed very meaningful to her, if not outright prophetic. But then again, there more you look into anything...

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