Last night, I dreamt that I was at a restaurant with my sisters. We were talking as we waited for my food to arrive and they kept congratulating me on getting a new house. Melissa asked me if I was sure that I wanted to live alone and I said yes because it would help me to write and that I would only be alone for a few months because Jeff would be returning from working overseas.
Suddenly, I was viewing the four of us through the eyes of someone watching from another table. The person watching kept staring at me.
Suddenly, the scene changed. I was standing outside of a two-story house. It was night and it was raining and I was alone. I knew that the house was my new home but I was scared to go in. However, it was raining really hard and I was getting soaked and finally, I decided that it would be better to conquer my fear than catch pneumonia.
I walked up to the front door and I turned the door knob. The door wasn’t locked. As I pushed it open, I wondered whether I had locked it before. I stepped into the house. At first, it was too dark for me to see anything but then my eyes started to adjust and I realized I was standing in a living room.
I felt around the wall until I found a light switch. I switched it on. The lights came on and suddenly, there was a man standing in front of me, a tall, angry looking man with blonde hair and crazed eyes. I gasped but suddenly the lights went back out, casting me into darkness. I felt the man grabbing me, clamping his hand of my mouth, and shoving me to the floor.
Thankfully, that’s when I woke up.
(What does everyone think? Maybe I’ve been watching too much Lifetime?)
Lisa Marie's Dream Journal 