So yeah, the dream this afternoon is so vivid!
I am printing out something so I let my husband go on directly to the mall. I went to the mall but since I needed to wait for whatever it is I printed in the shop, I went home. At home, I saw our housemate who asked about my husband. Damn! I left him in the mall! I called him just to know that he had ben crying. I told him to not go to work anymore and wait for me. Upon racing out, I realized that our apartment was on the second floor with three kinds of stairs leading down. I chose one but then a man told me to take the other, which I did. The steps were so uneven and I had to jump the last step. Then outside, I saw the market on fire and two fire trucks ON FIRE!
I never did get to the point of meeting my crying husband again because I woke up and instantly felt grateful for it being just a semi-nightmare during this afternoon nap.
Later, I'll be on night shift and I wonder what the heck is that all about?!!
Now, reading these Google searches, it became more alarming. *sigh* what is that dooming feeling?
