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"N" Is for Nightmare
From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Dreams and the Unexplainable
By T'Mara Goodsell You have to ask a lot of questions and listen to people, but eventually, you have to go by your own instincts.
~Kirk Kerkorian The nightmare came right after I'd noticed I had a new skin blemish. In the dream, a former college roommate and I were sitting on her front porch steps, enjoying a warm summer evening. We both had on shorts, and our legs were lazily stretched out in front of us. "I don't mean to alarm you," my friend said, "but you have something on your leg that you need to have a doctor look at." When I looked down, there were two, four-inch-long mushrooms sprouting from my ankle. I awoke with a gasp. Definitely one for the dream log! I'd started writing down dreams because I'd found that dreams would sometimes alert me to what was important. Besides, they can be weirdly entertaining. That was in late March 2009. Two tiny dots that formed a crooked figure eight had recently appeared on that spot on my leg. The nightmare caused me to look more carefully at them. They didn't protrude in any way, but they were darker than my ordinary freckles and they looked strange. I'd never been terribly concerned about any of my skin blemishes before, but when I learned that a local hospital was having a free skin check, I made an appointment. I have to admit, I felt a little nervous. I was convinced this nightmare was a warning. (Keep reading)  
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