i get them a lot
when the dream could be a book or a movie
it's a total laid out story
this morning's story dream was about a woman, her son and her husband……they lived in i think the mountains of china maybe 1000 years ago
and the husband had to go into service to a war lord and the woman and son didn’t know where he was
so they went to look for him
and finally found out about him, he’d been taken prisoner and had forgotten her and the son
she met a friend of her husband’s and he agreed to help her rescue her husband
so they went to look for him
and finally found out about him, he’d been taken prisoner and had forgotten her and the son
she met a friend of her husband’s and he agreed to help her rescue her husband
i got woken up by the phone just as they were loading a horse and a donkey to make the trip over the mountains to where the husband was held prisoner- so i don’t know what happened!
i don’t know if they rescued him or not!
i don’t know if they rescued him or not!
i do remember at one point the friend cut the son's hair off as it was blond like his fathers. and dyed the remaining hair black so that no one would realize this boy was related to the man who was being held prisoner.
i also remember that when they were loading up the horse and the donkey they were wearing red and white short kimono type shirts with loose pants under also red and white. ( i remember thinking it looked like a target ad without the circles, as everything was square frames)
i really wish i had been able to sleep to the ending i would love to know how they planned on rescuing this guy, and if they all lived happily ever after.
now about these blonds in the china mountains........ wtf? where did that come from?oh well. it makes about as much sense as a regular tv show right?
ok folks have a nice day, i am going to get going
ttyl
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