Date of dream: Sunday, January 28, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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It was night, but for some reason I was at work. My office was different - there were just loads of us
sat round a big table, and none of the people were my actual colleagues. We were supposed to be the
IT department, like I normally work in, but there were no computers.
Someone came in with a message that there was some strange guy in reception at HSA in town, and he
had a bomb. I completely panicked because I realised that my friend Shaun worked there. I wanted to
email him but I didn't have a computer. I looked for ages to find my phone so I could call him and tell
him to get out, but as soon as I found it, it started ringing.
I answered it, and there was a man on the end asking if this was the IT department. I said "Were you
looking for Debbie, because I'm not her", thinking he wanted to speak to my mother for some reason,
but he said he was looking for me. He told me he was a guitarist from Coronation Street, and I'd
apparently applied for a job and he wanted to give me an interview. I was excited, but I was really
frustrated, because the longer he was talking, the more time I couldn't warn Shaun about the bomb.
Eventually the guy on the phone went, and I started writing a text message about the bomb. I suddenly
remembered that my mum worked in the same building as him, but I only had enough credit on my
phone to send one message, so I still sent it to Shaun. We had to run to the HSA building, and when we
got there, we saw the man with the bomb. I got a reply from Shaun and it said that he hadn't been able
to get out of the building in time, and he was still upstairs. I was supposed to talk the man out of using
the bomb, but I just broke down in hysterical crying because Shaun hadn't managed to get out, and I
couldn't talk.
Date of dream: Thursday, January 25, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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I was in a red car with my mum and my cat. I'm not sure why we had the cat with us, but he wasn't in
a travel box, just sitting on my lap. There was a storm outside, and we were counting the beats
between thunder and lightning to see how far away it was. The storm got closer until it was right outside
the car. The cat was scared, so I was hugging him. Eventually the storm went away.
My mum and I decided to go to the cinema, but I was worried about where to leave my cat. There was
a device fitted to the top of the car which was supposed to be an animal container. You put the cat in a
round indentation on the roof, then pulled up four plastic semi-circles around him, making a little pod
for him. We tried to put the cat in here, but he was too big, and after the sides had been pulled up he
was squashed in so he couldn't move.
We couldn't leave him like that, so I carried him over to the machine that dispensed tickets. I put in
some money for a ticket, and the ticket came out of a small drawer at the bottom. I tried to squash the
cat into the drawer, but again he was too big. Eventually, we decided to just leave him in the car. i
eexpected him to run round and panic, but he just sat nicely on the back seat.
Date of dream: Monday, January 22, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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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.
