Jan 14, 2025
Dreams.
Not the goals and aspirations one has for one’s life.
More of those vivid images dancing inside your brain during sleep stages.
I violently woke myself up at 6:34 this morning from a dream where I died. My death came via having cardiac arrest while chopping firewood. I don’t have either a fireplace, a fire pit, nor a need for firewood. However, I was chopping and stacking enough wood to last through February. (Ironically, that’s the worst weather month in Colorado).
I suspect it means I’m going to die working. Perhaps providing something that isn’t necessary. So yeah, analyze that one.
