Moths and golf clubs
No one likes to hear about other people’s dreams right? Well someone was telling us about their supernatural dreams of large moths today and I thought of a dream I had the other night, in it an old lover took out a rifle and shot my ex-husband. I grabbed a golf club and started beating him to bloody hell. Next scene, I see him swinging his young daughter up on his shoulders and his wife and son sitting there, unbruised, unfazed.
It’s not that I care about him or his family except for his son anymore, but it’s that my ex lover secretly desired a scar to make him look world worn, and for all the scarring he delivered to me and mine, to see him in this dream, unscarred, made me want to get a golf club and go seek out a re-enactment.
Ahh, other people’s dreams, they don’t seem that meaningful to anyone but the dreamer.