I believe this is the end fragment of a longer dream, but I also believe I dreamed it at least twice on the same morning:
In my dream, I am lying down -- or at least very comfortable -- and about to continue reading a book that I've enjoyed a great deal. Physically, the book is a better quality than just paperback, but the covers are black leatherette and somewhat flexible. (There are a lot of Bibles fabricated like this, but this book is much shorter than the Bible.)
I open the book and begin to read. The book maintains whatever literary quality it has had in the past by being a most pleasant thing to read. But when I turn the page, I am surprised and disappointed that the book is done. Finished. No more to read. I'm staring at the inside of the back cover.
As I sit here writing this out, I am frightened that the dream represents -- or foretells, maybe -- the death of someone I love. And that it might be me. I rarely have such thoughts and I haven't believed in the ability of dreams to predict or foretell the future. But that's the "Aha" that I have at the moment about the dream. And the dream did, it seems, repeat itself for me.
I hope and pray that I will re-read this in the days upcoming and be able to say, "Well, okay. I guess I missed on that! Thank the Lord..."
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