Wow. Some Dream

Well, either it's an omen, or just a really really bad dream, kiddies.

I DREAMED I WAS DEAD.

As in Sixth-Sense-Bruce-Willis-Good-God-Can-No-One-Hear-or-See-Me DEAD. Strange. The sheet was over my head, I even tried to call my mother, but my voice was nonexistent. Only one other dead person could hear me. Interestingly, the guy was a coworker, who has the same name as my grandfather, who died within hours of my birth.

Dreaming you're dead can be viewed as transformational, but I've never had this dream before. It shook me, that's for sure. Given my dark mood lately, it's certainly within reason that I would think of something like this, but it was so literal. I was a corporeal spirit, if that's even a term.

FishyWitchy indeed.

Mercury in Retrograde ends Friday. Let's see if things pick up. Meg, your card's in the mail. It's not as wonderful as I was hoping. Hallmark's become boring and politically correct--all the March birthday cards I bought were just lame this year.

sigh...

let's see if I'm alive in my dreams tonight?