Spooky sleep-overs
The dead took center stage in our dreams this week.
From heartwarming to unsettling, departed loved ones were everywhere. One dreamer had a reunion with their late grandmother at a cozy kitchen table, sharing tea and old stories. Another dream saw a lost friend running a pop-up carnival, full of laughter and games.
Ghostly encounters weren’t always so charming. Shadows of the past loomed large in some dreams, with long-lost relatives drifting through our daily routines, barely acknowledging our presence.
No grand resolutions or epiphanies—just a vivid reminder that the ones we’ve lost still linger.
A raven flew down from a tree, onto my shoulder. However, when the clock struck 3 in the afternoon, his life began to fade away. Despite my efforts to save him, he passed away in my arms. The moment he died, my eyes flew open, leaving me wondering if it was a dream, a good omen, or a bad omen.
