Frozen Trinket FuMarried to Bound by Faith's blog: "Dreams"

Ok. This was a strange dream that I had, sad part is tho it is fesable in a far out way. For those who don't know me I will let you know before hand whom is whom in the dream.

Josh- Friend who is a tattoo artist

Virgina- Josh's wife Doug's sister.

Doug- Boyfriend & brother to Virgina

We are in a giant basment, 3 men are chained up to a wall. There is a giant void like there were to be a 4th on the wall. Josh has the 4th person strapped in what looks like a old-fashion electric chair. Josh is tattooing a barcode on this mans inner forearm, the man is screaming.

Doug is standing next to one of the men on the way, in his hands is a wicked looking cattle prod. I myself an sitting off to the side just watching all that is going on.

Virgina walks in asking us if we wanted any tea & that dinner would be ready in 20 mins. Josh & Doug look at her & at the same time they say "We won't be done yet!" They complain.

Virgina gives them the death stare. "I don't give a fuck, dinner WILL BE READY in 20 fucking MINS!" She turns and storms out. We all just stop and look at one another to make sure that had just happened.

Haha! U know that was funny yet disturbing! :>

This dream bother Doug when I told him about it since I was still pregante at the time.

I am laying in a room loungeing on a bed, when my eyes open. I watch Doug walk up to me, in his eyes I see a tears shinning thru his dead eyes. In his hands he is carrying a small black box with golden swirling designs on it.

My hands tremble, my head shakes in a silent plea of no. Slowly he lowers the box and inside, i see the edge of a snow white blanket and a small limp hand clutching it.

I wake up....

I am in a giant white room that softly glows & pluses like it has a life of it's own. As I look around in wonder I see that the entire room is fill with thousand of thousands of bubbles.

Some how I instinctivly know that in the reflection of each bubble lays a snap shot of a memory that it contains. If I were to think of a memory the bubble would float to me and I could replay it right there in front of me.

Somethign catches my attention.....a shadow learking. I can not follow it but I try. As I think of a memory the shadow appears and the bubble burts. I stand there shocked, what was the memory? A single tear falls from my eye, as that tear hits the floor all around me the thousands of other bubbles suddenly burts and rain blood down upon me.