
My dream started with me skipping rope in front of my house. Suddenly two “bad men” were coming towards me. They wanted my skipping rope! So I started to run and they followed me. I ran into a little garden shed (with the most beautiful rocks for a floor) to hide. The men suddenly opened the door and stepped into the shed with me.
I thought they would grab my skipping rope and run. So I hid it behind my back. We all just stood there in the small shed. They stood like statues and I pretended not to notice them. I just looked down at the beautiful rocks wondering how long I would have to stand there.
Then I woke up.
It’s funny that this dream made such an in pact on me. Maybe because it was the first dream that felt so real…even after I woke up. I thought a lot about it even weeks later.
I don't think I dream any more...why is that? Or maybe I still dream, but I don't remember them when I wake up.
I used to have some fun (and sometimes bizarre) dreams.
I miss that.
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