Last night was the first night I could remember my dream in many, many months. I am not a great sleeper so to sleep deep enough to dream is a rarity for me.
I dreamed that I was living in a very, very poor neighborhood in Brooklyn, New York. The house I was living in was very, very run down and filthy dirty. I lived there with my entire family including my deceased mother—my mom passed in 1999.
Outside the shingles are galling down and there is overgrown grass. Only two windows worked and there was no air conditioning. The bedroom was just one big room with about ten beds crammed into a corner.
In the basement of the house was an old women who trained attack dogs but the dogs loved my twenty-one-month-old grandson. There were also very large snakes all around the house.
There was only one way out of the ghetto where we were living. That way was to take an old run down railroad car over a broken down bridge. The bridge caved in and we all fell into the water … the only one that survived was my son and my grandson. I am very concerned and confused … anyone have any ideas?
