There are times I really wish one of my dreams made some kind of sense.
As with almost all of my dreams, this dream was incredibly clear, but the second I woke up, I forgot many details. But from this dream, I remember knowing my school was on fire. There was no smoke, no visible flames and no alarm sounding, but somehow I knew there was a fire. And I recall walking down a flight of stairs to an emergency exit that I have never seen before. There were three identical orange fluffy cats waiting by the door that wanted to be let out...they all looked exactly like my cat Sassy that passed away many years ago.
And someone was guiding me out of the building - someone who I could see, but whose face I could not recall. I knew for sure this was a man, and while I felt as though I trusted him completely, I had no idea who he was. Or, at least, it was unclear who he was in the dream.
And for some reason, people were quite calm considering the apparent fire. People were shuffling slowly out the doors of the building. I don't recall much else, really. I know there was more, but I am often unable to retain dream details with more specificity than this. But it was nice to have a dream - it stinks when I go a week or more without remembering a single dream.
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