Reply #4: That is horrible. I'd have reacted the same way, but remember, dreams are never literal.

[_dynamicdems]

Death in a dream means the end of something and the beginning of something else. It can also represent anger. Maybe you were rehashing all the pain and loss you felt in 2004. That would be my guess.

If you are worried about precognition, dreams usually aren't literal in that respect either. I'm a doubter but I've had experience with people who have had an uncanny ability to have "warning" dreams. The person who the dream was about was never the person actually in danger. I'm not saying this is clairvoyance or that I necessarily believe in it. The subconscious mind might simply be evaluating things that the conscious mind misses. In any case, the fact is that my mother had these types of dreams and so has my daughter. I'm about as psychic as a lump of coal, but I've seen enough to know there is always something to what the unconscious has to say. The thing is, it never speaks in our language. There is a lot lost in translation.

So however you take your dreams, don't worry. JK will be fine and healthy for may years. He damn well better or he'll have to face a LOT of angry Kerrycrats one day in the hereafter. :D

You might get a chuckle from my strange JK dream:

This was from 2004 and it sure as HELL didn't come true! I dreamed that I awoke one night to find there was an unexpected someone sleeping in my bed. I jumped up and startled the person awake. It was...yeah. I screamed. Like in a horror movie, screamed. Then he sat up and apologized for waking me up and began to thank me for opening my home to them. Then T sat up next to him. They said they could never have afforded a presidential campaign if it weren't for all the kind people letting them stay with them. In the dream I remember thinking they were both completely nuts and wondering what the Hell I'd signed along with my contribution. They were both wearing flannel pajamas and they sat up to thank me as straight as boards and very formal just like the farmer and his wife in that old painting (you know, the one with the pitchfork and barn). And all I could think of was that my place was a mess. Strange, huh?