Dream Journal

Mysterious Dangers

Necromancy. A plate with a skull on it. Whispers that reveal a dead grandmother. A friend is transformed into a red horse, then stabbed a number of times, then healed using long thin slices of apple. A monochrome angel appears with a warning about meddling with life and death, asking if I — I might be Sookie Stackhouse — understand ‘no’. I am knocked out of an astral playpen into a previous stage of development, like being made a toddler again.

A long sandy beach. It’s an elementary school classroom and I’m there with a dog or some other companion animal. Making my way to the entrance, I’m warned of the danger of being out so far alone, perhaps by Ms. Plescia. I cross an area with crunchy sand that obviously has a lot of animals underneath.

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