Date of dream: Monday, January 22, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
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I was going to go out somewhere, and I wanted some new clothes. My mum owned an underwear shop,
so i went to see her to buy some new underwear. When I got there, she was doing a stocktake and
there was merchandise all over the floor. I told her I wanted something new, and she said she'd founf
some stock that was unaccounted for, and that i could have it. She gave me a hanger with corsets and
bras and stockings on it. they were all really nice, so I said thanks and left.
Later on I was walking in a grassy place. The grass was in a long strip, and was all uneven with dips
and rocks everywhere. In front of me was the coast. I was walking along this grass when I realised I
had a packet of photographs in my pocket. I took them out and started looking through them, I think
somebody was with me because I was saying out loud who the people were.
In the first few pictures, my family was at a funeral in the same grassy area. I was quite young, and
though I couldn't remember who was dead, I knew it was a family member. The other photos were
mostly of me when I was young - one was of me when I was about 10, on a fairground ride, another
was me wearing a bridesmaid dress at about age 4. The final three pictures were of two men - they
seemed to be in a bar in a mediterannean country, and judging by their clothes, the photos were from
the 1980s. I recognized one of the men as my uncle. The other man didn't look familiar to me, but after
a while it dawned on me that he was my dad, and that I didn't recognise him because he's shaved his
moustache.
Additional Comments:
The grassy place near the coast looked really familiar to me but I don't know why. The man in the
photos actually looked nothing like my dad.
Date of dream: Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
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I was in a huge building with my friend Shell. I don't know if it was a club, or a workplace, or what, but
I knew the place well. We were on our way to meet my friend Mark, because he wanted Shell to meet
his parents. Eventually we found him, and he led us out through a side door. We ended up in an
overgrown garden, surrounded by a wall. The grass was full of junk and litter, and in one corner was a
tiny shack, maybe one room in size, which was made from bits of scrap metal and wood. Mark said this
was his house. We could hear a woman shouting from inside and he said that was his mum. I got a bad
feeling and I begged Shell not to go inside, but she ignored me and went in.
I sat in the garden and waited for ages. I had this horrible sense of foreboding and I knew Shell was in
danger. After about 20 minutes, I heard yelling from inside again, and Shell started screaming. I tried
to get in, but I couldn't, so I ran back into the big building for help. I bumped into a group of people,
and one of them was my old friend from school, Roxanne. She said she's help me, and for some reason
I had complete faith that she could help where I couldn't. She and her friends had been about to go
swimming, and she was wearing a gold swimming costume. She gave one to me too and asked if I
wanted to wear it, but I said no.
We ran outside and hid behind the wall. Shell was still screaming and crying. Roxanne said she had a
plan, but she had to do it by herself. I stayed behind the wall and Roxanne ran to the house. The
screaming eventually stopped, but I was too scared to look back at the house, so I went home.
When I got home, I met up with my stepdad, and he told me we had to go to a funeral. He said it
wasn't until the next day, but it was far away, so we had to drive there tonight and stay in a hotel. We
got to the hotel, and loads of my family were there. We had a side room booked so we could all sit and
eat together, but for some reason only my stepdad and I sat in there, the others sat at the bar. I
decided to buy everyone a drink, so I asked the barmaid for 18 shots of Sambuca. She said she wasn't
allowed to sell me that many, but she could sell me the bottle and give me some glasses, so I agreed. I
started pouring them out, but I realised we only had enough for 12 people. I thought it was unfair to
leave some people out, so I drank all 12 shots by myself, and promptly collapsed on the floor.
