|Posted: May 14, 2008, 9:01 am - IP Logged|
Last night I had a sort of consorted dream, and I can't really remember the full dream, but what I do remember is that we were in like an art class preparing items to have a parade with. We had to blow up two large balloons, but I was only partly able to blow up one of them. Somewhere in my dream, this young guy gave away his brand new blue car to a total stranger for a blue bike. Everyone taught that was nice of him, but it was like it was I that jumped on the bike and started to ride it going up Hawkins Hill from Shirley Street to Immigration to where my mom used to work. My friend Pam's daughter was with me and she said that she was going through there also to pick up her sister's baby girl.
I don't know how, but it was like I then went back into the art classroom and Mr. Orlando Turnquest was there maying people laugh, but suddenly he became very ill and had to be taken to the hospital. We stayed in the class but kept asking how he was feeling and we were told that he had cancer and it was in the terminal stage but he was strong. Even though they wanted to give him up to die, they couldn't just then.
Can someone help with this. But, like in all my dreams I wonder what is it that my dead mother be trying to say to me, because somehow ALL of my dreams, (whether I see her in it or not), has something to do with her. E.g. Blue was her favorite color and she used to work at Immigration on Hawkins Hill. To me, she's sending me a message that I am just not getting or understanding.
We gat haterz everywhere we go. No longer do I cry when fake friends say, "Goodbye!"