It was around 4 a.m. Something woke me.A loud booming noise.
My eyes opened.
I saw a dot of yellow. The dot grew larger, became a small, intensely yellow globe of light.
This is it -- someone has dropped a bomb, I thought.
I thought the boom was the last sound I'd hear. I reached for my husband.
I don't remember how long it took for me to realize I'd been awakened by a clap of thunder. My husband was breathing quietly, fast asleep. My life wasn't over. Our house hadn't crumbled. My pillow was wadded up around my neck. It needed to be fluffed. I needed a sip of water.
I figured the dream, like other dreams, would vanish.
It hasn't.
I find myself thinking back to that moment. I keep seeing the dot of yellow turn into a small globe of intensely yellow light. I close my eyes and try to swallow away the sense I had of it being the last moment of my life.
... small yellow light ...
Why did I dream it? The Times Square bomber -- those pictures of the women being stoned -- trapped miners, polls/midterms/where are we heading?
Hmm. I think maybe my next post ... yes, I'll do a post on the pictures a friend sent-- a puppy eating, and baby kittens snuggled into the Mama kitten.
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I tend to have relatively humdrum dreams. Literally - dreams of me sleeping or doing the most mundane things like brushing my teeth or walking into a room to watch TV.
Years ago, I was lying down on the sofa while TCM was on and nodded off. I was dreaming innocuously. Then suddenly I started hearing the falling of atomic bombs around me and there was this moment in the dream where I realized I was going to die, braced myself, and felt a warm sensation as the explosion hit. I immediately woke up to find that my dream was hijacked by a nuclear holocaust on the TV!!
The only recurring motif I have are random tornados appearing out of nowhere in the middle of whatever dream I'm having. This tends to happen when I'm especially stressed and worrying about my future.
What about the way the Chilean coal miners were treated and all of the money and fame that awaits them versus the way our former trapped coal miners were treated?
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