One of the worst dreams that
I had as a child was a simple one. A
close up of my mother’s face. But she
was not looking at anybody in particular. But she was crying, and had been
crying for a while. So much so that the tears had turned to blood, because that
is how long she had been crying. I am usually able to understand most of my
dreams. I knew that this one meant that
I had caused her too much pain, and I honestly tried to be “good” as soon as I
had that dream. It was a haunting
image…the red tinged streams of tears.
What has been your worst dream?
I believe in the power of our dreams and always seek to interpret them and find the meaning and what I can learn from it ~ Your blog is very interesting and I look forward to reading more!! Judi
ReplyDeleteI tend to remember a lot of my dreams. I am currently on leave from work and I miss running to my neighbouring colleague every morning and telling her of the strange and sometimes entertaining things my mind came up with while I slept.
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