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Then one morning I was startled awake from my own crazy dream and although the details are fuzzy, I can remember the gist of it.
Basically, I saw dead or unconscious bodies on the floor while I was driving and because I felt I had somewhere I had to be, I didn't stop. I carefully drove around them then made a phone call to the authorities to let them know what I'd seen. I then found myself at home when the doorbell rang to detectives claiming they need to search my house. But I adamantly replied that they couldn't search my house without a warrant. And the exchange became heated. They finally left and I found three people hanging out in a room in my house that doesn't exist in real life. I angrily told them to leave the premises right away to which they ignored me. I tried contacting The Huz on the phone and I couldn't get a-hold of him. I felt my agitation and frustration.
Then I woke up. And I still remember the dream. Weird, for sure. I don't think it means anything, except I've probably been watching some pretty edgy things on television lately. But, it's funny how dreams affect how we feel when we wake up. Like, I woke up upset because in my dream I had strangers in my house that wouldn't leave and a husband I couldn't contact--and like what was up with the dead bodies??!! It was awful. After the initial negative feelings, I started to feel relieved the dream was just that....completely not real. And thank goodness for that. 😁
Honestly, I don't have any words of wisdom to share. I'm just happy the dream was not real. That's it. LOL! Sending happiness out to everyone. 😘
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