Wednesday, April 15, 2009

" It's not your time yet, Moll"

Sometimes, the things people say to me in dreams are just so........confusing? entertaining? ridiculous? profound? non-specific? pointless? perfect? subtle? sacrilegious? unnatural? I don't know. They're a bit of everything really. This one is one of my favorites.(Several nights ago) At the time, I was going to see my doctor for a check up, play soccer with the local Indians and cut down Christmas trees....simultaneously. (How can I do all these things at once? I'll tell you. I don't know, but I was) Anyway, Meg, who happens to be a constant presence in my dreams walked up behind me and said into my ear "It's not your time yet, Moll." That was it. She disappeared right after she said that. I think under any other circumstances, I would find it totally creepy. Instead, as I dreamed, I remember simply feeling confused. Questions came to mind such as: What's it not my time for? They remain unanswered though, so anyone who would like to give input....please, feel free.

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