Dream

August 22, 1983

Dream

Black hands with claws were coming out of the ground, trying to pull me under. I wanted to go, except the hands were so horrible and repelling. They beckoned for me, promising me peace in hell, and I kept coming closer and closer.  But something held me back.

All night long.  Back and forth I went. 


1989 Extra Notes - I wanted to die that night, and in the dream, if I could just get past those hands, I'd be home-free... but it was my love for Jeremy that kept me back in the world.

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