Dream Visitation

Laurel Hill Cemetary

When I woke up this morning, I began to record everything I could recall about this creepy dream I’d just experienced.  I focused on the fact that two of my braids had fallen out and all I had left in those spots were gooey wounds that resembled the cross-section of a tree or finger prints.  After a few moments of writing, I remembered my great-grandfather Buddy “Madaddy” Moody was also in the dream along with other paternal family members.

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