Posted by Rach on March 21, 2002, at 5:47:10
In reply to Re: name your weirdest re-occuring dream, posted by Dinah on March 20, 2002, at 18:20:54
To take off all I have to do is jump, and then to actually fly I swim breastroke through the air.
My reoccuring dream when I was little was that to get to my house (a very fairytale gingerbread type house) I had to walk a plank across a boiling red lava filled moat. The moat was also filled with ghosties and goulies who tried to drown you. It was also filled with the sad spirits of people who had been drowned. I get pulled in, and the monsters are trying to drown me, and I say "don't kill me, I'm too beautiful to die."
I stopped having that dream when I was about 7.
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