Friday, September 08, 2006
Again With The Dreams

I dreamed last night that there was something wrong with my skin -- it was like tissue paper. And it itched. And every time I scratched, my skin tore and I started to bleed profusely. And the bleeding made it itch worse, so I scratched more, and then I bled more, until there was a pool of blood all around me.

Then this morning, I had a dream in which I was crying inconsolably -- crying with an intensity with which I've never actually cried in my life, over some desperate loss that I can't remember now. That was the second dream in six weeks that involved intense crying.

I guess something must be bothering me?

PS: In light of yesterday's post on good old-fashioned Christian self-loathing, a little gospel song. And it works on so many levels. (Not strictly safe for work.)
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