My day started off weird. My husband asked me how I slept, and I told him I died in my dream.... isn't that a really bad thing? I went to sleep with happy thoughts about the fabric I purchased yesterday. Not that I need more new fabric, but it was Amy Butler Charm and Flea Market Fancy Blue Posies, so I just had to have it!! I don't know how I went from thinking about fabric to having a violent dream. I just know that I was in an unfamiliar building, it was dark, some kind of robbery was occurring - I don't know if I was involved in the crime or not - but I suddenly found myself on my back. When I looked up, someone was standing over me, and I remember closing my eyes and thinking "This isn't good." I opened my eyes and I think they shot me!! I don't know how to describe it, but it was like a darkness started in my chest, my vision starting swimming and then everything slowly went black, and I just knew that I was dead. Why couldn't I have dreamed about puppies and kitties and white fluffy clouds....
