Bismillah. I spilled coffee two times today — two times! — once on my dresser, once on my desk. Seriously, if that’s not a sign that something is completely off inside me — wait, I also had two nightmares two days in a row, both of which I re-entered hours later after falling back asleep — so, so strange … and telling.
One consisted of saving myself, my niece and my sister from a tiger that was about to eat us up. His mouth was like the Cheshire Cat’s mouth - big teeth and scary big smile - well, he was scarier than that; he had fangs and he was SO fast and he opened the car door (yes, I guess he also had hands, not paws) to get my niece, but I was able to reach the other side of the car, distract him, unbuckle my niece’s seat belt, remove her from the car seat and start running with my sister towards the cabin … I’m such a hero(ine) — except I knew we weren’t going to make it to the cabin, so a few hours later I somehow re-entered the dream and happened to have a sandwich with some kind of meat in my bag and ended up throwing it out into the wilderness, thus distracting the crazy Cheshire tiger and living up to my destined heroine role.
Bravo Nadia.
The other dream? — well, let’s just say I was no heroine, but I take my dreams seriously (surprise) …
