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I had a dream..(help!)
Yep, Janine. Sounds like too much Buffy to me as well.
Can't beat a good sale on dresses, though.
What size do you usually wear, Fellary?
I was thinking of it from Dutch's perspective, actually. I know she likes dresses.
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It continued to skin people and eat their flesh, sometimes it just took small chunks.
hee
I took a lot, they were going for 50 cents I think.
Why were you dreaming in a non-Dutch currency?
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(I actually know nothing about politics. Please don't hurt me.)
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I dreamed I was dining after work with my supervisor. She was wearing a smart black coat . I was wearing a grey one the same, but I preferred the black, and so I asked her if we could swap coats.She said no. I said I was pleased our coat colours worked well together. We were walking through the city to get to the restaurant, when we came across what looked like a giant sized Port-a -Loo.My supervisor asked me to hold her coat. Then she went inside and had a shower.
Barb wrote: "I thought of Janine the other day when I heard a story on the radio / news about the most recent Greek bailout; and how countries like The Netherlands get the shitty end of the stick because their ..."Yes, we do get the shitty end of the stick in that regard. But if it was the other way around, they'd bail us out too, so that's good. They do need to do something about that economy of theirs, though, taxes should be paid.
I'm actually more mad at the fools who think throwing the euro out and going back to our previous currency is a brilliant idea. It is not. These are the same people who seem to think tolerating muslims will cause the apocalypse.
Yes, I am a weak leftie socialist motherfucker and don't know the first thing about politics, so take my words with a grain of salt.
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I forgot to tell you yesterday's dream. Here it is.I was driving home, in a car I think. I and some other people were coming down a mountain. When I looked at the valley I saw a little village, the bakery was on fire. I called the fire department, but they were already on their way. A short while later I was at the bakery. The fire had already been extinguished. It turned out it had started because someone had kept bread under the bakery's roof. A woman stepped forward and complained her valuable doily collection had been ruined by the fire. She gave all of them away, because they were still pretty and cute, even though they were ruined by the fire.
I had an enormous collection of clothes and shoes. Someone offered to organize them for me and I let them.
I was with a group of people. We had piles of dead bodies that were somewhat artfully arranged in circles. I suspected I might have been part of the killing, but knew for certain the others had been. We began throwing the bodies in ditches to hide them. Suddenly I decided I didn't want to be part of it and ran away. Of course, being in a dream, I couldn't run very fast and had to drag myself over the ground, clinging to grass. When one of the others, the leader, came after me I couldn't hide. He caught up to me, but before he could do anything to harm me I slit his throat with a blunt knife, which isn't very easy to do.
I was standing on the edge of a village. It was on fire. I knew it would be on fire. There were Spidermen everywhere scaling buildings and rescuing people.
Last night, I dreamed that through a friend, Meryl Streep, was invited to attend an informal intimate gathering that I attended. Word was she was showing up as a favor to my friend's friend (who I didn't know). I thought it was just a cheesy rumor until she did show up. When I spotted her, I decided I needed to treat her with the same respect as I would any stranger. At one point during the gathering, she started a conversation with me, and it was really fascinating for both of us. I could tell she was as engaged in the conversation as I was. We talked for a long while... and at some point during our conversation, the hostess (my friend) walked up and I introduced the two of them to each other. Of course, Meryl was gracious to the hostess... but eventually feeling like she needed to continue to mingle around the gathering, she left the two of us to continue our conversation.
I was starting to feel self conscious about monopolizing her and actually said something to that effect, "I've really enjoyed this conversation. Perhaps you should mingle with the other guests and we can continue at a later time." She dismissed that and said she'd be happy to anyone who might walk up to talk with her during our conversation (i.e. They would have to come to her).
Then she had someone telling her, perhaps a personal assistant, it was time for her to leave for the next event. And I could see a helicopter waiting on the helipad in my friend's back yard. She started to leave and came back and asked me for a business card.
I gave her one of my business cards, and then she gave me her number... and I responded, "Wow. Are you sure you want to give me your number? If anyone finds out you gave it to me, you'll have the paparazzi hounding you next time you return for a visit."
Then I reassured her I'd be very discreet and respectful. She said she already knew she could completely trust me. Unfortunately, someone overheard our conversation and they alerted the press that Meryl was at my friend's house.
I held them off as she flew away...
Almost immediately, she sent me a text "Thank you for that! It was so wonderful to meet you, Heidi. I really want to continue our conversation sometime soon... maybe I should send for you when I get to a place where I'll stay put for a while? I can tell we're going to be the best of friends."
Meryl Streep wanted to be my BFF.
Heidi wrote: "Meryl Streep wanted to be my BFF. "Doesn't everyone?
Phil wrote: "Heidi wrote: "Meryl Streep wanted to be my BFF. "Doesn't everyone?"
No, not really. They should, though.
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I had three small dogs in my possession, probably dachsunds. I was watching over them for other people. But I didn't have leashes for them and they kept running away, so I put them in a large flat box and basically sealed the box (they could still breath, though). I had to carry the box around all day and it was difficult, because the dachsunds kept sliding around inside it and unbalancing it.
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I don't know, is this because I'm reading about Nazis?
I shared a two-part sex column on the front page of the newspaper with someone. We also shared another column. Not sure what that one was about. We wrote one about a song/meat product/something knitted (a bag?) we had discovered but that no one seemed to think was interesting.
I was standing in a cul-de-sac when a bus pulled up. It was night, and dark, and there were no houses about only bush. I remember thinking it was an odd place for a bus stop. A grey haired woman appeared, puffing and panting as she ran to catch the bus. I decided not to catch the bus. I saw the bus go up the road with the grey haired woman aboard. I started to walk and it was up hill to the main road. As I walked, I noticed that there were houses about, but they were a long way back from the road and quite well hidden amongst the trees.
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He might have to pick up extra work where he can. If the fish aren't biting.
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Trying to go to the bathroom in my sister's house. The toilet I was going to use was in the middle of a large room, and it was all wooden, with a square seat and square lid. I saw Smetchie's four daughters walk past, ranging in age from mid-teen to toddler. They all had pale blond hair, like cornsilk.
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I was watching a couple doing a bungee jump off a cliff. I had a view of them at the top of the cliff as they leapt over the edge. Then I was looking up from the bottom of the cliff' as they bounced about above a lake. After the jump they had to climb back up the ropes to the top of the cliff. I watched them again then, from the top of the cliff at the moment they appeared after the climb. They were smiling and looking exhilarated.
I dreamt I had a little sister and we were shopping for dresses for some dance. While we were collecting clothes in the shop I snuck in a little white lace bra for her, remembering how embarassing it was to buy the first time.Then I needed the toilet and the nearest one was at a 7-11 across the road, so I had to navigate oncoming traffic in a long red dress to make it to the other side.
I was at a library and the librarian offered me a fake tattoo of some wings. It was small and I said okay, why not, go ahead and put it on me. Except it turned out to be real and permanent and spread across my shoulders. I think if I had stayed asleep a little longer they would have turned into real wings.
I had a dream that I was with my mother and sister and cousins and we were all visiting New York. Except, for some reason, we were staying at a convention center turned hurricane shelter and the few of us who were sick (including myself) got to sleep on hospital beds. Everyone else was on the floor. I got up at some point to find someone to help me out... and as I wandered around, I ran into Gus. Gus was en route to visit family with his wife Jaime and his daughter Sophia. We said our hellos, caught up, exchanged shebangs, and then hugged our goodbyes. As he was walking away, he said "Oh, David's here. So is RA. If I see them again, I'll tell them to find you." I said okay, but really, was feeling miserable enough that all I wanted to do was go back to the hospital bed to lay down and click on the pager. I swung by the restroom, IV caddy in hand (I'm not sure why I was sick or with what), and people offered to let me in front of them in line... that's when I saw David and he started to walk away, not recognizing me IRL. I hollered out his name, realizing it sounded very feeble... and went to the restroom instead. After washing my hands I headed back to my hospital bed, pissed that I was missing out on the visit with the rest of the family. David was standing the hallway just past the door and I hollered his name again... and I stuck my hand out to introduce myself and he recognized me. About that time, RA walked up and tapped him on the shoulder and I saw him and smiled and said hello. He said hello, too, and we all chatted for a minute or two. I had to excuse myself to my hospital bed. It was nice to see them, though. I realized I hadn't seen much of anyone in a very long time as I walked back to my bed. Then as I laid down to rest, my alarm woke me. :/
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I love your dreams, LG!I dreamt that I was married, and not to my current husband. I had become involved with a woman and thought I loved her. She became very indifferent. While she was off doing her thing, I discovered that I loved my husband. She came back and confessed that it had all been a test. She wanted to see what my reactions would be. I ran her off, but she started stalking me.
Then I was in a swimming pool with my husband. We had a baby and I was holding the baby. He became very angry about something and started beating me and pulled the baby out of my arms and just let him float in the water. I was screaming for help. A bunch of our friends were out on the patio, but nobody would help.
I was at a market, and saw a friend from my past who was also my hairdresser. He had a stall there and was about to open for business. He went away and came back with a large china wash bowl ,took off his shirt and was about to have a wash. A woman I didn't know appeared. She draped a towel across his shoulders like a hairdresser would do at the wash basin. He said "that's better."I thought he must be feeling cold.
Later, I was walking down a street near my home and his wife waved to me from from inside a shop . I saw her sitting at a desk .
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Lobstergirl wrote: "Janice, that is very intense. You must have been glad to wake up."I realized that my dream was all centered around the book I'm reading, The Sandalwood Tree. The book has two story lines. One is two women friends in the 1800's who appear to have a sexual relationship. The other is set in the 1940's with a young married couple whose relationship was changed by the husband's time serving in WWI. The book isn't as intense as the dream though.
I dreamed Mr evie and I were driving through the bush down the south coast. We stopped the car and my deceased cat came walking through the bush towards the car. I picked him up and we drove home. I wondered how he would get along with my other two cats.
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I'm in a dark brown apartment on top of a skyscraper with my dead cat who somehow is alive and VERY orange. He wants to play so we run around breaking furniture. Six women walk through my apartment so I follow them. We go out on the roof and it is very sunny, so we lay down on loungers and sip tea. My cat comes out and grows to the size of a big dog. He wants to play so we start jumping from spires and nooks on all the nearby skyscrapers. Then we fly away.
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Books mentioned in this topic
The Sandalwood Tree (other topics)The Interpretation of Dreams (other topics)
Let the Great World Spin (other topics)
Authors mentioned in this topic
Henning Mankell (other topics)Fox Butterfield (other topics)
William Greider (other topics)
I was looking at an apartment. It was part of a larger house, the part that was almost all glass. It had a very pretty garden.
I was home and the glass front door was falling apart, coming loose from its hinges. It was in dire need of repair. Someone called a repair company to fix it for me. The company owed this person a favour.
I had left my bicycle halfway across the country, with the apartment I was looking at.
I was somewhere else, looking out a window. I saw a field. There were rather deep rectangular holes in it, similar to fresh dug graves. People were looking into them and lying on the ground around them. Most of them seemed to be police or csi-type people, but two of them were different. One was wearing a cartoonish rooster suit (red), another one was an actual cartoon character (blue).
I was in a store. I think. There was something, someone there. Something bad. I took the stairs, but suddenly everything went dark and I walked into a corner.
Later I saw the something bad. It looked like a human, but it was evil. It skinned people by taking everything inside, a blob of human-shaped flesh, and eating it. It skinned a little girl, but she didn't die. She didn't seem to be entirely human either. It continued to skin people and eat their flesh, sometimes it just took small chunks.
I also remember trying on clothes. There was a pretty good sale on dresses. I took a lot, they were going for 50 cents I think. Someone told me they had to charge something for them. They couldn't just give them away, even though they wanted to. This was all going on with the evil thing in the background. Stores are never good places in my dreams.
There were more evil things, in other settings. I can't remember what they did exactly. Some of them seemed familiar. I knew I'd seen them somewhere before. Some were maybe good?
I think it's clear I've been watching too much Buffy lately.