Unusual ... for me
Dec. 21st, 2002 07:53 amI rarely remember my dreams. And, when I do, they are generally a mess that is not worth remembering. But, last night I had this interesting little snippet about my dying.
I was not home but not in a hospital and was with a few friends and a person of the opposite gender who clearly loved and cared for me. I wasn't in a lot of pain but couldn't do a lot of things either. It was clear that when I laid down and went to sleep that was going to be it.
I wasn't concerned but I wasn't in any hurry either. I was in the middle of knitting a really ugly sweater and was not at all upset at not being able to finish it.
It wasn't a bad dream just a really interesting one.
I was not home but not in a hospital and was with a few friends and a person of the opposite gender who clearly loved and cared for me. I wasn't in a lot of pain but couldn't do a lot of things either. It was clear that when I laid down and went to sleep that was going to be it.
I wasn't concerned but I wasn't in any hurry either. I was in the middle of knitting a really ugly sweater and was not at all upset at not being able to finish it.
It wasn't a bad dream just a really interesting one.