I had another disturbing dream last night.
I like order in everything that I do, I'm a bit of a perfectionist and suffer from O.C.D. ( Obsessive Cleaning Disorder.)
The dream was that I was playing a kind of card game with my ex-wife and her family. I was given a pack of cards/photographs, like cartoon characters, something like jungle book and I was instructed to photocopy them, not sure by whom. whilst I was doing this the copier went wild and started copying things out of order and doing hundreds of copies of certain pictures, dont know which.
I wanted to play the game with the more ordered pack, the one that I felt comfortable with but I couldn't. Then my ex-wife's dad who has passed away since we split instructed me to go into a serperate room with him and my ex-wife's middle sister, whilst doing this he donned a magistrates/judges wig. I felt concerned.
Me and my ex's dad were close and I was gutted when she didn't tell me that he had died, I found out about 3 months later from a mutual friend. The split was relatively amicable and niether of us had cheated etc. We just grew apart, I've no axe to grind with her but I do dream of her too often for my liking and I really DON'T like it.
I THINK THAT THIS NEXT PART MAY BE IMPORTANT BUT PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU THINK THAT IT IS JUST CO-INCIDENTAL.
When I awoke, I had a really strange feeling about the women I have been involved with.
My mother was the eldest of three girls, no boys. MY ex-wife was the youngest of three girls. Trust me I can't remember ever thinking about this before although my maternal grandfather was ecstatic when I, 'his' first boy was born, we idolised each other right up until his death when I was aged 10.
Then I got to thinking about my wife, she is the eldest of two girls. I thought how strange all these influential women in my life and no boys. But she was one of two and not three.
I swear that I am being deadly serious when I tell you that my skin suddenly turned to gooseflesh. I started to tingle down my right hand side, my wife did have a second sister. I could remember her telling me about her when we first met, a middle sister that died aged about six months.
For some reason this random co-incidence in the middle of the night really spooked me and then I started to kind of halucinate things, really vivid things that I dont want to think about, every time I closed my eyes. I got up and did some work until it came light.
Do you think any of this has any relevence.
Regards, Andy.
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