In last night's dream I saw my name written on a tombstone, but it only had my first name written correctly...the last name was different than my own and there was a middle name there, and I don't have a middle name. The odd thing was that when I saw my name there I didn't freak out or anything, instead I looked closer and noticed there was a basket of flowers on the tombstone with many colorful, beautiful flowers, and I remember thinking "this is so nice, I like it" as if it was something sentimental, held meaning or was some sort of a gift/acknowledgement to me, and I felt a great sense of serenity and peace as I was looking at those flowers. I'm not sure if this will be of any help, but the middle name written on the tombstone was "Kollins," though the last name I remember vaguely, but it was something like "Pollie." |
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