Last night (1/3/05) I had this dream:
My family and I went to the "candlelight and communion" thing on Christmas Eve. I was in a wheel chair because I had broken or twisted my leg or ankle or foot. Mom was very angry at me. Then a nice man who sat with the disabled guys came up to me and asked if I wanted to sit with them (I guess he didn't know that I wasn't disabled). My dad held up a sign that said something about disabled people sitting with their families. (<--?)
After the service was over I got on the highway (in my wheelchair). After a little while I fell off the highway and had to hang off of the edge of a cliff (a very rocky and jagged cliff). The ground was a long way down. Somehow the wheelchair did not fall off of me. I climbed back up and began going again. Then I fell of again (and climbed back up).
When I got home a bunch of African guys (or black fauns--I cannot remember) helped me against bad guys or something...
That's all I can remember. Weird, huh?
Cat
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
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