When I was in the Sun

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One of my most beautiful dreams was when I was in the sun. I remember I visted a girl called Kate. Then I was on some kind of farm. I was walking outside with a girl in the sun. She was a bit weird. She never talked. Then I was inside a one story building in the sun or with brillant lights all around me. It was amazing. Then the girl was in a wheel chair at the door. I was standing there. With one look from her I went up in flames. Besides that. It was my most beautiful dream.

Okay, that post was actually slightly coherent this time, but what does that have to do with politics, philosophy, or religion?

Obvisously it was spiritual.

The number of these seems to be rising. pandabear might be capable but the flavor is wrong.

I keep having dreams about my granny and she's been dead for 3 years now. I'm also having dreams about my friend who died 2 years ago of a drug overdose. It's wonderful when I dream that their death was a nightmare but as soon as reality slaps me in the face, the realization of it all being a dream is more than disappointing. It means I won't see them ever again and yet still, my dreams and memories still go on even after their deaths.

I have to get counselling because of my imagination. I am not a witch. I know little about any religions.