This afternoon, just before I woke up after 2 days of almost non stop sleeping, I had the moste horrible set of dreams one can ever imagine. The only one I remember is the last one.
It opens in this piece of land with no buildings on it close to a village where I used to live. I was there with various people of both sides of my family and some unknown ones as well. The most notable people where my dead mother, my 18 year old cousin with baby from Canada, and unknown baby in a baby carriage that my mother was pushing. It could have been me. We were at this piece of land because my family decided to build a mall there. My mother and I didn't do any of the hard labour so we decided to go for a walk with the unidentified baby. We had to stop infront of a traincrossing, and then it happened. An old woman in a green Jaguar rolls up and hits my mother and the baby and pushes them under the train. I survive and clamp on to the car to try her to force to stop. She finally does when I tear off the cars side mirror. I then drag her out and start beating her, but she doesn't bruise and just keeps on smiling and no mather what I do she doesn't get hurt. I start screaming, and the dream ends.
I wonder what it meant? I think it's time for a change. this weekend has really done it for me. I'm so sick and tired of my own behaviour and that of some other people that I actually just want to stay in my house for ever. Ofcourse I can't. but my insane behaviour has to stop. So I'm trying to quit smoking (hey, it's a start). And giving up partying for a while, which is kind of hard because I really need my social fix the most.
But enough about me. The old woman from the dream looked kind of like this:
Anyone know her?
xx
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