One thing that has been bothering me lately is that the dreams are returning. Some have become humm-dingers of nightmares, which I don't discuss with people at all, but others leave a hollow feeling that burns a hole deep in my soul. The last four nights have been progressively more detailed and vivid; all have left me more than mildly disturbed and with an impending feeling of doom. I now am certain that something wicked this way comes.
My first dream is mostly for the ages, but I remember waking, shaken to my core, and apparently yelling out in my sleep.
My second dream was a deconstruction of my character according to my good friend L. We agree that the devastation, death, and my role in it all represented a change in my own personality as I move on in life. However, I was still left more afraid that I have moved more or less in the wrong direction. I just don't know.
My third dream was infinitely the most confounding one to date. To dream about nuclear devastation is not something that I am used to.
My fourth dream was one that solidified my belief that something was going to happen. People that I have known and know were present. I of course received bad news, something that I simultaneous want but don't want. R was in the dream at work. I do miss talking to her, but I am sure that she will be well. Some people always land on their feet.
I am being cryptic in the overall events of the dreams, but I can't possibly describe the rich details, color, and smells that were present. However, I am not one to be easily shaken, especially by a dream. However, there is something different about these dreams and the feelings that they are leaving behind. M feels the same way about the seriousness of them and I rely on her for such guidance about things of this nature and more.
Somehow, I sense that the clock of doom is working against me. Honestly, I am not worried or concerned about any end. I worry more for those left behind.
