someday_the_grave_will_take_me call_me_lydea I don't know if this is a really bad omen, but here's the dream: I see her,my ghostly friend, with all her splendor, this time asking me to visit her grave. I invite my best friend take the trip with me. The "ghosts" grave is unmarked, in a open field of wild grass, outlined by a dark stripe of trees merging into forest. The ground is soaking wet. I let my blanket down to cover her burial, and then lay down. Instantly I am surrounded by this "invisible" barrier while my friend watches. She doesn't know what I am feeling. It must look to her like I am just lying limp. I feel electricity course through me and I can't make it stop. I am vibrating violently; so much that I can't speak or move. I am paralyzed with unbearable buzzing. I whisper her name, but she doesn't notice. I feel as if no more blood is in my body and I am freezing. All my extremities are as icy cold as the water that surrounds me. My eyes have rolled permenantly into the back of my head. They flutter endlessly. Then it is over, and I tell my friend it's her turn. I didn't mention what happened. As she too lays on the grave,and is stricken silent. All that's running through my head is "I know what's she is going through." I am excited, and I stand letting my dripping body tower over her. Clutching my blanket, panting heavily, and watching the breath rush out of my mouth in giant white puffs. My skin is no longer it's usual olive color, but has adopted a bluish-white tint. I stand over her with a rediculous smile on my face, physically shaking, and waiting.... 020920 what's it to you? who go blather from