The dream started back around 1995, and what I remember most was the bright red color of blood. I could see it all day so vividly that I could barely focus on work. That’s when I first investigated dream symbols….
“I want to ask you a question,” my father said. “I hope you won’t be insulted.” “Sure. Go ahead,” I responded, curious about what would come next. I was visiting him in his Florida home; we hadn’t seen each other…