Recur

It's almost as if I get one more clue as to what it's about every time I have one of them.
Normally I wake up with only a sense of what's happening. I never remember. I watch the blinking blue light of the wireless reflecting off the woodwork for a bit before I go back to sleep.
Last night was different. I didn't wake up. I only dreamed.
So far all I know is that I've done something terribly wrong. Making amends means I could die.
In the dream last night, I was making amends.


Category: Wake up, it'll be ok