The White rose prophecy

chapter 1

Another day in this boring, terrible office, I find myself leaning with my hand on the counter and my heavy eyes are quarantine and my head is rocking up and all I'm trying to do is read a bloody letter from my computer and try to put the first letter in the right hand.

One for the sixth time today and my bladder is pressing every five minutes to pee, but there's nothing I can do. I have to finish the letter and fix the wording and spelling mistakes. My boss needs it for half an hour and I'm lingering with it. I could have finished with it long ago,but these dreams come back again and again and I got up from them sweating, as if I had just come out of a shower. at first these dreams are good ,and strange dreams,on a garden of white roses and I walk over them and touch every single rose bend down and close my eyes and smell their heavenly scent but as soon as I open their white color changes to black and withers, they crumble in my hand and I do not understand and confused ,and look away from them and see a black smoke approaching me and cover the beautiful rose garden, i begin to fear and freezing trying to move and not succeed, He pulls me to him and I can not let go and yell "help me" whoever hears me but who will save me there's no one there, the black screen approaches me and at that moment i feel hands touching me I think it's hands I do not see them I feel a sense of hands that lift me up.

and get up in a panic I understand it's a dream

And this dream felt so tangible that I felt that I was there. Everything was so powerful. This dream has been with me since I was eighteen years old and it was six years ago. I tried to find an explanation for it, but it seemed foolish and not true. go to professionals Let's say I do not really believe them and their answers ,It's best to repress it and not know exactly what it means.