Since I woke up at 5 this morning after a pretty vivid dream I thought I would blog about it. I love dreaming. I usually remember my dreams and I dont put too much stock in them. Such as the dream I had a few months ago: An old friend called me out of the blue and told me to look out my window. I went to my bedroom window where I could see down town Nashville. The whole city was in flames and parts of the sky scrapers were crumbling into the Cumberland river.
A few days ago I had a dream where a man had died and myself and some other people were allowed into this mans house to take what we needed. I remember being in his tool room and thinking, "What do I need?" "Ah, I need and axe to chop wood!"
For the last three weeks I have been catching up on LOST, Seasons 1-3. This morning I dreamt that my friend Mary and I were on the island and we found a cure for cancer. Locke was there and he said, "On this island you're either a Hunter or a Healer." Mary and I looked at each other and high-fived each other and we were yelling, "We've cured cancer!"
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