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I tend to have big dreams when I make big changes. Preparing to retire, I've begun again to have them.

Last night, or rather this morning very early, I dreamed about preparing to marry John Whitman. In this dream his family home was large and we were in a part of it that was only frequented by the children of the family. all of them in were young adults and some more friendly and favorable toward our elopement than others. John was packing, going through his possessions and loading things into his duffle bag. i was panicked because his mother wanted to kill me and had been stalking around the house with a raised fireplace poker.

I didn't understand why she wanted to kill me, but i certainly understood that she did.

We were expected in the dining room for dinner and i had difficulty getting there. By this time, I felt safer and she probably was less intent on killing me. There was a large crowd of people and some safety in that, i suppose.

I finally made my entrance and was greeted by people from my past who were not associated wtih John