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Horrible, horrible dream
Dec. 23rd, 2003 09:39 pmI had a really horiffic dream last night.
I deamt the entire world was at war. My best friend on the planet, Raven, had gone over to England for a holiday and then the war broke out. We kept writing letters to each other until the letterpost between England and Australia was shut down because of the war.
Then our area here was bombed. Thankfully no one was in the section of our house that collapsed, but other people weren't so lucky. I know there were children running round looking for their parents... I don't remember much more except for the terror and absolute horror everyone was going through.
All the time I heard on the radio that England got bombed too, so I spent the whole time worrying what had happened to Raven, hoping she was alright, and freaking out because I couldn't tell her I was ok over here.
God. I woke up scared stiff and then was almost in tears remembering it.
I don't know what brought that on, except perhaps recently thinking about a story my grandmother told me years ago.
When my grandmother was young, living in either Poland or Germany, I don't remember which, she had a really good friend at school: the kind of close friendship two girls have, and they grew up together. When the Second World War broke out my grandmother's house was destroyed. So was her friend's house. And they lost contact with each other. To this day my grandmother doesn't know what happened to her friend.
What the hell horrible stuff is my mind doing?! X_x
I deamt the entire world was at war. My best friend on the planet, Raven, had gone over to England for a holiday and then the war broke out. We kept writing letters to each other until the letterpost between England and Australia was shut down because of the war.
Then our area here was bombed. Thankfully no one was in the section of our house that collapsed, but other people weren't so lucky. I know there were children running round looking for their parents... I don't remember much more except for the terror and absolute horror everyone was going through.
All the time I heard on the radio that England got bombed too, so I spent the whole time worrying what had happened to Raven, hoping she was alright, and freaking out because I couldn't tell her I was ok over here.
God. I woke up scared stiff and then was almost in tears remembering it.
I don't know what brought that on, except perhaps recently thinking about a story my grandmother told me years ago.
When my grandmother was young, living in either Poland or Germany, I don't remember which, she had a really good friend at school: the kind of close friendship two girls have, and they grew up together. When the Second World War broke out my grandmother's house was destroyed. So was her friend's house. And they lost contact with each other. To this day my grandmother doesn't know what happened to her friend.
What the hell horrible stuff is my mind doing?! X_x
