Freaked
Sunday, 15 April 2007
Last week, JCB garnered a fine pile of cards, and this is the most dramatic! Even more so than those with “50” on the front!
I dreamed that JCB and I were at the White House, in a holding room that had the feel of the room I waited in to see if I’d be called for jury duty, except this one had tall windows letting in sunlight along three walls.
There was an air of expectation, and a woman came around to talk to each group. When she got to us, she had a bottle of pills, and she gave us eight, saying they were antibiotics that we had to take starting now in preparation for our “audience.” They had a blue wash on the surface, somewhat like Easter-egg dye but it came off on your hand (no M&M’s these!).
I suffered some consternation because I didn’t know when we were supposed to take the rest of the series, but did take one.
Then I woke up.