The other night at dinner my daughter was telling me about her bad dreams. I tried to console her by telling her I had bad dreams when I was her age. She asked me what it was about, but to save her from my ideas I declined letting her know. Anyways here it is. My reoccurring bad dream was watching my dad from my bedroom, when I was supposed to be sleeping, hold an Elders quorum meeting at the kitchen table. Doing what he should be doing. When all of a sudden the devil appears in a cloud of smoke and snatches him away, and I never see him again.
What was your reoccurring bad dream when you were young?
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I would fall down a well, like one Hansel and Gretal pulled water from...as I was falling down the well was lined with windows and each window was a witch that would laugh and point at me in my terrified fall to the bottom...would always wake up before I landed.
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