My Dream
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I've never dreamt about a specific book before, that is until last night. I'm sure there is much more to it but all I remember was Cindi and I at a store and we're at the check out counter ready to pay for what ever it is we are buying. My mom walks up to me in tears saying that I had never given back her copy of the above book and she needed it back right away. I said ok that I'd look for it and get it back to her. I end up searching the store for her copy of the book and find it in a pile of used books, [It was outside with tables and tables of used books] I knew it was her book because of something I had written on the front page. I wasn't sure how it had ended up there but I knew it was my mom's book. I didn't want to pay for it so I attempted to hide in my shirt and then my pants but it was making a huge bulge that I was afraid would be noticed. I think I finally did sneak the book out and don't remember anything after that.
This dream is especially weird because my mother rarely ever cries, at least in front of me and this is a book she's never read. It makes me want to buy it and read it now. I'm not sure why it would show up in my dream and especially why I would remember so vividly.





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