Just Another Dream Journal

I'm pressed for time. Hubby is taking me with him to the Court House to look at deeds. I'm going to try to make this entry short and sweet (we leave in 14 minutes)

I dreamed I was in a building. I was trying to escape with others. We were tunneling through the ceiling and charges were set up between rooms for a diversion. But my life was down there (the building was underground). I had all of my crocheting. Cocoa, Cuddlebug, and CeeCee were down there. I didn't have enough hands or time to get everything out. I chased the rabbit for a bit, but caught him and carried him to one of the bad guys. I made him promise to be kind to my pets. I ran off, the charges went off and my group fled.

I woke up distraught. It didn't occur to me right away, but those were all pets who have died (Cocoa being the most recent). The dream seemed to be a weird combination of Native American lore (thanks to books I've been reading), of Stephen King and of Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D which I watched before bed.

I also dreamed of the Witnesses and of trying to go to a meeting, but I was so sick I ended up leaving. One (now former) member spoke to me but I forget what she said. It wasn't a good conversation though. Other members ignored me. I blame this on a conversation I had the other day about no longer being one of JW's but wanting to return.

Now I must run off...