What is it about dreams that is so freaky. Last night I dreamed about my 'family.' In this dream was my mom and two little sisters. Now, I don't have any sisters, so their entire existence was completely fictional. But my mom was a spot on match. Everything was exactly realistic from her voice and hair cut to her snowman pajamas. That's so weird. And I woke up not knowing where I was. I was so freaked out by the experience that I couldn't fall back asleep. I was also scared. I was sure someone was in my apartment.
When I was a little girl, I would pray the same little prayer every night. I always prayed that our house wouldn't be broken into and that I wouldn't have a bad dream. I may repeat that prayer again tonight before I fall asleep.
I'm a little embarrassed by this post. Clearly I need some deep therapy.