sometimes its winter and cold, sometimes I have red polish on my toes, sometimes I’m wearing a white nightgown…but the dream is always the same…..

…its warm, summer or a tropical environment..

Its windy, I thrive in the wind…I’m loving it. Clear sky, no clouds in sight, full moon, warm winds…determined winds, strong against my body. So strong I’m leaning in against the force. It blows my hair back. It blows against my body and tightens the fit of my nightgown against my legs.

Its late, probably really late night or early morning yet I’m awake as ever. Taking it all in. I am elated.

I’m on top of the building of my hotel. Looking over the beach Ive been vacationing on. I can see the reflection of the moon light on the tide and its making the night feel like its not so dark. I can see my whole body in full light against the night. My hair is blowing back fighting against the wind and almost pulling my head back from the force of it.

I look down, My toes are curled over the edge of the Hotel rooftop. I have no nail polish on. I can see the sand on the beach below. I look up and I can see the tide flow in and out…in and out. in and out…and I listen to the silence. Its quiet in spite of the tide and the wind. All noises blow past my ears. Its quiet. Its peaceful. I am calm. I am happy.

I lift my arms up against the strength of the wind along side my body. I feel my nightgown blow between my legs and against my body. I feel my hair blow back and I bend my neck back to look straight up into the black sky above. I am smiling. My hair is blond. I can see it blow in front of my face every once in a while. I stand there, perched against the weight of the wind for hours. and then finally…

finally…

I fall forward…and off the building.

as if Ive been waiting for this my whole life…

and before I hit the ground…

I feel free, and immensely happy, and peaceful.

and then I wake up.

Ive had this dream since 2005…and every time I wake up and I feel weird. Not scared or anything but I feel like I was seeing some one else’s life ( or death) through mine. I keep having this dream…at least 20 times if not more. I told my mom about it the first time I had it because it was so real and disturbing to me…and I take my dreams very seriously.

It keeps haunting me.

haunting.

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(¸.•´ (¸.•´ .•´ ¸¸.•¨¯`•. jenni