I don’t usually remember too many of my dreams, but last night’s one was a whopper.
Really dark, but a dark comedy, so if you don’t like that sort of thing, you should close this page right now. It’s baaaaaaaaad.
It started out good. I finally moved to France. Not Paris, but a beachy area there. I know this because I was in a little shop that sold sandals, beach baskets, and things to make sand castles. Plus, everyone was speaking French. So there I was putting all my beachy purchases into my tiny French car when I get a call. [Are you damned sure you want to read this? I warned you.]
It is my husband’s aunt, and she tells me that I will be dead the next day. I argue with her that I am feeling quite well, that she is mistaken, but she insists, tells me she has been a funeral director for 40 some-odd years, therefore a Death Expert, and I will indeed be dead the next day. My mother-in-law, also a funeral director gets on the phone and backs that up. (It is true that a lot of our family members are in the funeral busness)
Just like that, I’m in my hometown. Same day. Same message. Tomorrow is The Big Day. They tell me a lot of people have plans for Tomorrow and they have to wake me a day early.
Next thing you know I’m in a casket which is angled with my feet toward the people, the head of the thing propped up so I can see who’s there. I peek through my eyelashes and am quite disappointed with the turnout. Just a handful of old relatives. At least no one’s crying. I hear them chatting about how good I look.
I guess so.
Then they notice. My eyes are open. My mother-in-law comes over and tells me it’s freaking people out. Oh, and also, my hair doesn’t look quite the way they remember it, that I was going to have to restyle it when everyone left that night. I’m thinking I better haul ass when I go re-do my hair because these bastards are going to close that casket when The Time comes, whether I am dead or not.
Then I wake up. End of dream.
I don’t think dreams mean anything in a psychic sense, I’m not going to be careful and drive slower today or anything like that. I do believe they sort of tap into your belief systems. This one seems to be about how I don’t believe in pre-destiny but am willing to go along with it to an excruciating extent.
But wait… Just in case… Would that Big Day be today since I was dreaming this last night?