I had this nightmare this morning. It was very vivid and very scary. I don't know why I had this dream, but, I figure it had something to do with all these young women dying in train accidents, car accidents and homicides. It kind of terrified me.
I dreamt I was at a funeral for these two young women. They were being buried together. They appeared to be around 15 or 16 years old. They were laying one on top of the other, with each of their heads lying to one side in the coffin, so you could see both of their heads, but you could really only see the one on tops full body. I have no idea who these girls were - but, I was at their funeral. I walked up to the casket to see them and I could just hear their terrified voices talking to me in my head. "We aren't dead!" "Please help us" "We are so cold" "Please, we aren't dead". I just stood there staring at them, not knowing what to do, listening to them speak to my brain. All of the sudden, the girl on top was trying desperately to open her eyes. I woke up.
Why am I writing about this. I don't know - I guess because my heart is still pounding two hours later and I can't get it out of my head. It was so odd I was figuring that writing it down would let me get about my day. Hoping to move forward from the nightmare.
I dreamt I was at a funeral for these two young women. They were being buried together. They appeared to be around 15 or 16 years old. They were laying one on top of the other, with each of their heads lying to one side in the coffin, so you could see both of their heads, but you could really only see the one on tops full body. I have no idea who these girls were - but, I was at their funeral. I walked up to the casket to see them and I could just hear their terrified voices talking to me in my head. "We aren't dead!" "Please help us" "We are so cold" "Please, we aren't dead". I just stood there staring at them, not knowing what to do, listening to them speak to my brain. All of the sudden, the girl on top was trying desperately to open her eyes. I woke up.
Why am I writing about this. I don't know - I guess because my heart is still pounding two hours later and I can't get it out of my head. It was so odd I was figuring that writing it down would let me get about my day. Hoping to move forward from the nightmare.
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