The Dream
Marita wrote about some dreams she had recently. Apparently, I was in one of them.
Via sms, I made a couple of guesses about what the dream was about, but I guessed wrong. She said she would tell me the next time she saw me online.
The next time I saw her online, she launched into the dream as promised:
| M | we were in Penang, at a picnic, over a BEAITIFUL sea. we were on a high cliff and as I looked, the waves started comming in. it came and washed away all the swimmers down below and came up to where we were. we were making a run for it when I remembered my sandals and hiking boots. I saved them and almost got swept away myself and you stood there hands akimbo and said “that is a perfect example of what NOT to do in a disaster like this”. |
| C | LOL. and I didn’t help at all? |
| M | I was already running towards you. I didn’t get wet at all. the waves just got near to my shoes and almost swept them aaway as I bent down to pick them up. |
| C | You remembered all the details. |
| M | yes I do. I woke up feeling tired. well, not every single details. |
Not every single detail, she says, but what she remembered was a lot!
