Weirded Out

Last night, I dreamed my mother wasn’t feeling well. I gave her a red necklace and some chicken soup and put her to bed.

This morning, Mom called me. She had swallowed a pill wrong the night before and coughed until her throat was sore. She was canceling our plans for the day and going back to bed. With a sore throat. Like red around the inside of her neck rather than the outside.

I’m used to having that kind of connection with #4 daughter, but this is the first time it’s happened with Mom.

Okay, that’s officially Weird.

Speaking of weird, I’m posting today at Fatal Foodies about my Cousin and Cheerios.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character experiences an extra-sensory connection with a relative he or she hasn’t seen for a long time.

MA

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I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “Weirded Out

  1. Gisele

    May 15, 2012 at 9:25pm

    Sometimes, I feel the same way.. I even dreamt of my parents in a car accident and i cried hard.. I am just happy it didn’t happen at all..
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      Marian Allen

      May 15, 2012 at 9:37pm

      Hi, Gisele! I’m glad your parents were okay after your scary dream. Thank goodness, most of our scary dreams don’t come true!

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  2. Crystal

    May 16, 2012 at 12:12am

    Thanks for sharing your story I feel this also before…But I pray before I sleep to not dream about this again..
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      Marian Allen

      May 16, 2012 at 9:19am

      Oh, Crystal, I certainly understand that! Sometimes I wake up from one of those dreams and I have to call and make sure everything’s all right. With our youngest daughter, she often says, “How did you know something happened?” It’s not a gift, is it?

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