I realize this was from three years ago, but when it popped up on “Memories” and I re-read, I thought it was too good not to re-share. Oh, my goodness!
Okay, all you dream analyzers, have I got a doozy for you! I’m not quite sure how it all started but danger was involved and I was in the middle of some sort of war. I think it was the War Between the States. Anyway, I had to keep my head down and hide a lot.
It morphed to a hiding place and a storm was coming. Then, believe it or not, a Union officer came around to see if I was okay. I was surprised because I would have expected a Confederate, for goodness sake! He pointed up in the sky and there was, not one, but two tornadoes heading my way. But, lo and behold, he showed me where to hide, under something or other and we were waiting for the storms to pass.
It was so real and so scary, it woke me in the wee, small hours of the morning. I sure didn’t want to go back to sleep and continue that dream so I got up. Now, what do you make of that?
Maybe I watch too much television?
On a happier note, isn’t this a beautiful hollyhock bloom? It must be double or triple. It sure is ruffly.
Speaking of dreams, a doozy of a nightmare woke Ned McNeil, at the start of By the Fright of the Silvery Moon. From then on, she was off and running, from one scary thing to the next.
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