I used the have a recurring dream when I was a child... more like a nightmare because it would leave me with the eeriest of feelings. Wasn't anything scary really...in fact it was quite simple, but the possibility of it being real honestly freaked the hell out of me. All I can remember is the part where I would wake up feeling nauseous, and the image of me sitting up high somewhere's in a big huge empty red room, with a big book in front of me. I would turn the very thin pages, one by one, very carefully... but I would never get any closer to finishing the book... and I KNEW it would NEVER end. And since I couldn't go anywhere else in the dream, I was doomed to turn pages for Eternity..........
I grew up in a very catholic household. Looking back I now know it was twisted in so many ways. Tainted in fear and isolation. Not what a God who loves his children would want for them. Anyways... I'm thinking this "dream" might have something to do with this part of me. It always made me feel stuck, like I had no say in anything, no choice in the direction my life was to take.... bit of a heavy burden for a 5 year old.... I don't know if anybody can relate to that, but this "page turner" picture kinda struck a cord and I felt like sharing. -MissK