No deja vu
I had a terrible dream while having my afternoon siesta. My pregnant wife, who I can’t identify (I wonder who she is. I wonder if she’s even my wife), gave birth while we were walking on some street with open drainages at the sides. I didn’t know what to do. Someone who came down from a pedicab, and helped her give birth… sitting down. The baby came out, and it was dead. I woke up crying.
I remember another quite similar dream. I was a politician, campaigning on stage at some multi-purpose hall in the provinces. My wife (I can’t identify who my wife was as well) was assassinated. She died. And I woke up crying too.
God, I hope these don’t mean anything.
Dreams are not exactly the opposite of what’s going to happen like what most Filipino’s say . Dreams are either your worst fear or some sort of metaphor of ur life.
Hope this helps.