This morning's dream had another old friend from school Michelle getting engaged and showing me her engagement ring. It didn't have any gems, it was just a thick band with some flowers engraved on it. I think it was white gold or platinum. It looked nice and special. I think it also had initials on it.
There was also a bit where I was in a clothes shop and some kid boy's parents bought him a coat the same colour as mine.
I also remember trying to find some toilets in a maze of a place and there were lots of German-speaking people there even though I know it wasn't Germany.
Tuesday 3 November 2009
Monday 2 November 2009
This morning I woke up startled by the alarm. I knew I'd been having a good dream though, so I tried to think back.
Initially all I could remember was a trip to the hairdressers in which I'd been trying to get my hair restyled. They ended up cutting in lots of layers and the shortest layers were much shorter at the back than at the front and I was NOT happy about the length of the layers at all. I wanted them longer.
A while later I remembered that at some point during the dream I'd been wearing my black cardigan with the elbow-length sleeves and as it's autumn I got a bit nippy and as I thought "this cardy could do with longer sleeves", the sleeves grew to my wrists and I got warmer.
There was also a big banquet towards the end of the dream. There was a large, long table made of old, dark wood. Possibly and old, stained oak. Not sure what the food was or who was there. The table was in a large room/hall with brick walls. Red bricks. After the banquet everybody left and I was walking towards the closed door to join the others when I considered that I can sometimes float up into the air in my dreams, but never really land. So I jumped and hovered for a second and came down a few feet in front of the door, which was also old and wooden - it had a top in the shape of a pointed arch, rather than the flat type of doors in modern buildings. After that successful flying moment I decided to try a bit of a longer go and I turned and floated up towards the ceiling and moved around the room and came back towards the door. But I couldn't seem to get down of my own accord until I caught hold of one of the horizontal beams in the roofspace and pushed myself down. I slowly descended towards the floor and once I made contact again I decided to not bother flying again in case people noticed and I couldn't get down.
I remember meeting my old friend Emma (who I know from school) and we walked through some woods along a trail looking for a bicycle that Emma had lost. She told me that she'd once driven around a large lake/sea in mainland Europe and during the trip and driven around parts of France and had been to Luxembourg also.
Just before that I think I'd met Philip (also from school) and we had talked about Rev Jolly. I can't remember now though what was said.
There was also something to do with me visiting my Gran and getting in a 4x4 and a backpack and my Dad, but I can't remember in what order or any more details.
Initially all I could remember was a trip to the hairdressers in which I'd been trying to get my hair restyled. They ended up cutting in lots of layers and the shortest layers were much shorter at the back than at the front and I was NOT happy about the length of the layers at all. I wanted them longer.
A while later I remembered that at some point during the dream I'd been wearing my black cardigan with the elbow-length sleeves and as it's autumn I got a bit nippy and as I thought "this cardy could do with longer sleeves", the sleeves grew to my wrists and I got warmer.
There was also a big banquet towards the end of the dream. There was a large, long table made of old, dark wood. Possibly and old, stained oak. Not sure what the food was or who was there. The table was in a large room/hall with brick walls. Red bricks. After the banquet everybody left and I was walking towards the closed door to join the others when I considered that I can sometimes float up into the air in my dreams, but never really land. So I jumped and hovered for a second and came down a few feet in front of the door, which was also old and wooden - it had a top in the shape of a pointed arch, rather than the flat type of doors in modern buildings. After that successful flying moment I decided to try a bit of a longer go and I turned and floated up towards the ceiling and moved around the room and came back towards the door. But I couldn't seem to get down of my own accord until I caught hold of one of the horizontal beams in the roofspace and pushed myself down. I slowly descended towards the floor and once I made contact again I decided to not bother flying again in case people noticed and I couldn't get down.
I remember meeting my old friend Emma (who I know from school) and we walked through some woods along a trail looking for a bicycle that Emma had lost. She told me that she'd once driven around a large lake/sea in mainland Europe and during the trip and driven around parts of France and had been to Luxembourg also.
Just before that I think I'd met Philip (also from school) and we had talked about Rev Jolly. I can't remember now though what was said.
There was also something to do with me visiting my Gran and getting in a 4x4 and a backpack and my Dad, but I can't remember in what order or any more details.
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