“Dundas & Yonge, please” I said while entering a cold cab. I noticed that it was a crisp, snowy and bright day. Hey there, Anna! How are you?” The cabby said as he was turning around and pinning his puffy black jacket covered arm over the car seat. “Tony!” I said with surprise! I never even looked at the cabby as I entered the cab previously. I reached over and pressed his arm with care as I looked into his bright green eyes. “Before we go to the Eaton’s Center can we stop at my parent’s place?” FADE TO BLACK as I entered consciousness while my heart was pounding and my breathing was accelerated.
The reason I was so upset by this dream, you see, is because Tony is dead. A feeling of dread consumed me and I got very worried. Am I going to die? The next time I visit my parents I will die?! WTF???!!!! How can this be? Maybe it’s not me? My dad is going into surgery soon and I am taking him. Please don’t let it be my dad. I was speaking to my mom last night and I told her about the dream. She was concerned and told me that “it’s very bad to dream about dead people”. Great 