I am standing in a field of clover. I can see people in the distance. They look angry and are coming towards me. I know I should run but I can't. As they get closer they start throwing rocks. I bend down and the clover grows quickly covering me. I hear cries of "Witch! Demon lover!" But the voices fade and the clover soothes.
When I woke up I felt refreshed. The time is off in this dream, as if it happened many life times ago and I am just now remembering it. But my muscles were sore where the stones landed.
Any ideas?
I was standing in the rain outside a diner. It was raining. I was in Shreveport, LA. Since I have never been there, I have no idea if this diner actually exists. I only know that is the city I was in. I went into the diner and ordered a cup of coffee. I was afraid. I can' t tell you of what, only that I was. I called the only person I know in Shreveport. Though I've never spoken to him over the phone, I knew it was him when he answered. I told him where I was and he came for me.
When I woke up, I felt tired. This is a reoccuring dream. I've had it about 6 times now.
Any ideas?
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