I had a dream last night where my bunny died
I experienced the loss of him in my dream and then woke up
And forgot
But my mind decided to remind me, mid conversation
Oh my god
I said outloud because the thought hit me so hard
I spent the rest of my evening feeling dread
Trying to remind myself that prophetic dreams about those who are about to die
Don’t tell you they’re dying
My dream of my Nana a day or so before she died where we were walking through the hallways of my middle school, and she suddenly turned and went through a tiny door that appeared in the wall
My dreams about my dog the got more insistent the sicker he got
Maybe tell myself I don’t get prophetic dreams anymore
Just dreams about constantly trying to pack things with no boxes or a full bag
Just dreams about my crack head ex and I being crack heads
Just dreams about trying to get to…summon… find the god/spirit/human incarnation of death who is also a sexy man that I get to kiss
So trying to tell myself that this was just a dream, just a dream
My mind plays cruel tricks on me light or dark, night or day.
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