Guest guest Posted August 14, 2009 Report Share Posted August 14, 2009 Dear All: I dreamt of fire fighters removing their jackets before entering a house on fire, the colours dripping from a butterfly like wet paint, leaves falling from a giant tree, a feather falling from an eagle in flight, the sun setting in the East, and the oddest of things- a dead bird laying upon the ground with a branch clutched to its feet (as if it were sitting in a tree, but the branch was broken off and on the ground). I went for a morning jog and was nearly run over by a cyclist. I couldn't understand what the cyclist was saying…so I moved to my left, this caused her to swerve and she cursed me to the high heavens. (Apparently she had said, " on your left " . I thought to myself I have just gotten accustomed to driving on the other side of the street –give me a break. I said I'm sorry. She glared sideways at me, and I yelled, I said I'm sorry, and again at the top of my lungs, I yelled, I SAID I'M SORRY. I actually yelled this. The force of it brought me to my knees and I sat on the roadside and bawled. Your thoughts on this would be cherished. -Danielle Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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