Monday, 18 July 1994
Sat night

i had the most disturbing experience

i was having a dream (of course why ELSE am I posting it here?)
about whatever, lalala I was at SLO Faire of COURSE there were
vivid and nonsensical dreams, when suddenly, a light lit up at the
bottom of my field of vision, kinda like an idiot light on a car
dashboard, it said "Message" in red...

...and a voice said, "This is a message from your father. Your mom
has died." and my thinking mind went, what a joke, my dad is dead...
o, wait a minute, then that means he's in a position to know these things...
and suddenly i knew it was true, and i started screaming...but my mind
had bifurcated, and the person in my dream screaming was not the
deetached, thinking ME, which calmly forced my brain awake and my
eyes to focus on my watch and note the time: 3am.

fortunately, however, this is not one for the annals of "In Search Of...",
I called my mom the next day, and she seems to be fine, and there wasn't
even anything unusual taking place the night before, at anytime, let
alone at 3am.

Posted by dracon at 18 July 1994 14:30
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