Dreams are the bane of my life.My dreams amaze me .When my son was born I dreamt a whole life story of a man with my sons name.The day he met his wife,his work as a photo journalist during WW11 ,his childrens births his sons death in a motorcyle crash his grand son helping his gran clear out his things after he had died .Honestly I can still remember all the names and places and the tablecover his wife had bought as a gift for her friends wedding the day they met un the rain on a wet Friday afternoon.I was so freaked out by it I tried to find him in records in the Michtell Library in Glasgow .Alas he wasn't there .
Last night I dreamt I was dead and a friend met me sitting round a corner and told me I had arrived too early and to go home .My head does strange things.Glad theres other people who have odd night experiences .It can be unnerving though
I Shall Be a Weather Forecaster In My Next Life Or...
