I Dream


I had a dream last night my sister Christine died.
If that wasn't horrible enough,
The next day in my dream my mom died.
I guess from the grief.
I hate dreams like that, because it is a reminder of what could happen.
And yes, one day will.
Either while I am still breathing or not.
It shook me so much.
I had a hard time getting back to sleep.
I had too many covers on.
That is what happens when I am too warm.
I dream.

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Glen Goffin said…
For the longest time ... I never used to remember my dreams. Now I do ... and I'm really glad. They are a gift. Even though they rarely make sense. There is something really important about them. I don't buy all that junk about them having hidden meanings. But I do think God can use dreams too ... just not the way we think. I guess I'm weird :)))
December 12, 2008 at 8:17 PM
Maybe Polaroids will be in Heaven said…
Never thought of them as a gift.
They do rarely make sense.
And I sometimes think it is just what is in our wandering minds. Thoughts.
I sometimes think they are better than movies.
And you aren't weird, insightful:)
December 12, 2008 at 11:10 PM
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