During the night I woke up screaming!!
Lance was one of the high school
students in the commercial art class I took for 4 years. Loved it!! And the "us" would be my friend Linda. The art class called us " the Linda's".
Back to nightmares--I had them all the time as a kid. When we finally got TV--that new thing on the market- dad wouldn't let me watch some things because of the nightmares.
Once I dreamed that a man in a trench coat with a hat on with the brim pulled low over his eyes was following me. So I made a big fist and turned around to knock him out quicker than a roadrunner can run. Then I starting saying " it's Jerry. I know it is! I can't hit him. He's my husband." But hit him I did.
Woke him up when I popped him in the nose. I told him he had a bad dream and to go back to sleep.
I've never told him the real reason he woke up.
I had nightmares after taking the kids to see Willie Wonka with Gene Wilder!! That was scary to me.
All my nightmares are in color.
Why am I blogging this? I don't know,I think it's just important for me to get all these memories out.