||[Jul. 11th, 2008|12:49 pm]
Two very emotionally harsh dreams:
1. Melanie was moving back to Ontario. What upset me, was that Ian & Laura knew about it before I did. I was seething with anger. Really really angry. I guess unreasonably so, but it was a dream after all.
2. The second dream was one of love found and love lost. In the dream, I was a 30 year old maiden, and there was a group of men. He had a full name in my dream, but right now, I can only remember Andrew. The men ended up having to go off to war. By the time they returned, all his pals knew we were sweet on each other and arranged for us to meet. The meeting was so blissful it bordered on pain and we knew it was true love, fate, destiny, soul mates. But the men were called back to war, and my character died of (accidental) poison before her love could return.
I am tempted to go back to sleep, if only to feel a semblance of that love-ache. But I need to get up, or else I'll be spending all day in bed.