I dreamed I was dying during the Black Plague and my son
wanted me to die so he could inherit the family business. I must have had a stroke because I couldn't move or respond. He put me outside to be collected by the "wagon," the haunting accent of the men, "Bring out yer dead..." Tossed onto a pile of dead bodies, in a bent position, I could see my own legs. For days I could see maggots crawling on me, eating my flesh.
I dreamed I was a proud, handsome man, a scribe, teaching youngsters in the royal family in Egypt. It was a hot morning, the boys playing instead of getting on to class. It was so hot that although I was freshly bathed and in a short tunic, I could feel my balls sweating.
I dreamed I was riding a 10 speed bicycle, on the "wrong" side of the road, as if in Europe. I was turning right and was hit by a bus. Immediately I was talking to a man, trying to convince him I could move to the next level, that I'd learned the lesson I was meant to.
I'm a female
2007-04-18
15:14:00
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