Mishell
6th February 2009, 10:03 AM
I dreamed that I was walking down the street in the town I grew up in. I went into a store that sold all kinds of goodies; specialty chocolates and pastries, etc. (It wasn’t there when I was a kid.) There was a sale on holiday chocolates because it was the day after a big holiday, not sure if it was Christmas or Easter.
I was putting chocolate in my shopping basket when I overheard some people talking about how these chocolates made people psychic. Someone was talking about the candy for mediumship and they were saying that they were scared to try that one. I went over to them and told them that being a medium isn’t scary at all. They were concerned that they wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between talking to people that were alive and people that were dead, like they wouldn’t know who is who anymore. I told them that it was easy to tell the difference, then went on to describe the difference to them.
Then I filled my basket with the candy for mediumship, just in case. (Just in case of what, I don’t know.)
I was putting chocolate in my shopping basket when I overheard some people talking about how these chocolates made people psychic. Someone was talking about the candy for mediumship and they were saying that they were scared to try that one. I went over to them and told them that being a medium isn’t scary at all. They were concerned that they wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between talking to people that were alive and people that were dead, like they wouldn’t know who is who anymore. I told them that it was easy to tell the difference, then went on to describe the difference to them.
Then I filled my basket with the candy for mediumship, just in case. (Just in case of what, I don’t know.)