Date of dream: Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? No
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Clearly remember a horse named Dura (Idiot). All the while I was thinking that Roman called it this way, but then it turned out that I did.
Place -- Southern USA.
Other people: Vlada (!), who suddenly confessed her deep love to me. Some 11 yr old girl travelling with Roman. She spoke Spanish. Roman. Horse's master.
I spoke both Russian & English in that dream. And also one Spanish word, porque. (Not sure of spelling.)
The horse got quite infatuated with me.
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My interpretation:
I am that horse. All the time believing that Idiot was a name given by Roman, my subconscious is trying to show me that I am what I show to people.
My question after Roman's "we're travelling" shows that I still can't get rid of his "phantom" for lack of better word.
My suspicions toward the girl and my inquisitiveness show my general paranoia and lack of trust to people, including children.
Now I just need to figure out what Vlada is doing here with her love, what it is about #11, Spanish language, and affectionate horse.
Location -- I'm there.
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Date of dream: Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Level of Lucidity: N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No
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A slightly disjointed dream.
I remember bookshelves, open white-coloured ones, like the ones I've been meaning to buy since ever.
There was a candle.
I remember two people falling out the window; I'm desperately trying to catch them, but I fail.
I think there was my mum in that dream, I'm not sure.
I woke up with "no exit" by splean stuck in my head.
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Before I went to bed, I asked the Divine to guide me into a religion x family aspect of my life.
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Date of dream: Thursday, February 15, 2007
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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So I had a dream. And in the beginning, I suddenly realized that I was once pregnant, but I couldn't
remember the details. Any of them. When it happened, whom I gave birth to, who the father was, where
it happened... nothing, except that it happened.
So throughout the entire dream, I was on my quest to find out. It was a very strange experience,
with me comparing dates to various music CDs, re-reading my past journals (I distinctly remember
visiting my past LJs) and wanting to ask my mom but not being able to, because what if she wasn't
supposed to know or I wasn't supposed to find out?
I remember vague dates (I remember the years clearly -- 2002 and 2003, and I think there was
March...), and I remember the direct association with AK's album titled Pozornaya Zvezda. I remember
thinking, well even I wouldn't name my child Infamous Star...
Throughout the dream, the mother was waking me up, and I kept falling back asleep, because I
desperately wanted to find out more about my child and its fate. And then, sitting in a cozily lit
room full of warm colours, I suddenly realized that I could not have a child because I don't ever
remember giving birth to it, and I can't possibly forget something like it, so it was my imagination
only, right?
It seems to have calmed my subconscious, because I fully woke up and went to have breakfast.
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