The other night, I dreamed an ex-boyfriend (my “first love”) had committed murder — of his brother, his brother’s girlfriend, and another friend. It was sooo real and truly bizarre. News cameras, TV coverage, the works.
What made me think of — much less, dream of him after so many (nearly 20) years?
I have frequent dreams of ex’s and some wish were ex’s. Only with an occasional body buried beneath the flower bed. I think dreams can be very therapeutic and happen for a good reason.
Ok, I had a weird dream the other day about rutabagas (<<—spelling?) growing in my garden and then pop pop pop...sprouting eyes all down the row, and then grew in to life sized humanoid rutabagas... what the hell? I fed them chocolate chip cookies, and we all figured out they were rutabagas, and would have to go back to the garden and squish their toes in the ground to get nourishment...that’s where it ended...analyze that!
Do you have low blood pressure?
I hear people with that get very real nightmares all the time.