I received news today that a very close family friend has had his cancer return throughout his body. He is undergoing treatment but they have also stated "2 months." I say a prayer for him tonight, and all those suffering in life and death.
Thankfully, I rarely have unpleasant dreams. Those I am afraid would haunt me to my waking hours...and that would truly suck. I did have two horrible dreams as a child. They happen that rarely. In one a bumble bee died when it was stuck in a bike sprocket. Like the scene in "The Fly," the bee cried out "help me."
The other dream was a lady in white with her heel stuck in a sidewalk grate. Her dress billowed like Marilyn's while a train sucked her through the grate. Nothing could've saved her.
Oh wait, I did have another bad dream. I was walking in an old childhood neighborhood, and these guys were following me around on skateboards trying to kidnap me. They found it impossible.