Washing line relief.
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It is daytime and I find myself up at my Nan’s house in her back garden everything in the dreamscape seems hyper real and is infused with a beautiful shimmering glassy pearlescent quality just like mother of pearl, this effect often seems to occur when I’m very lucid and my senses and awareness are more heightened than usual.I am at the end of the long washing line taking fresh clean clothes down from the line and then folding them up neatly and placing them into a laundry basket placed on the garden path.
I’m suddenly surprised by my Mum who pops up as if from nowhere she joins me standing nearby at my side, she looks a little younger, caring, loving and happy. As soon as she appears I feel a huge burden lifted from me, the feeling is one of incredible relief it is very tangible like a release of immense pressure from inside the head or like a lead replica of myself had been pulled out from inside me and carried away on the wind.
My Mum gives me a knowing smile she doesn’t speak but she sends me her thoughts, I sense that she is expressing the feeling that the burden I have been relieved of was something that I exaggerated out of all proportion and was silly to have been so worried about. I look down to the wash basket and see that the clothes I have been folding up are all items of female clothing.
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Another difficult night for dream recall, in another dream I felt as if I were revisiting another previous dream, from within the dream this actually felt totally convincing but on waking I realised that it was just a false dream memory. This dream had a lot of detail and story mostly concerning espionage and a group of people who wanted to help me. Unfortunately I didn’t have the energy to focus on pulling this one back, it sort of had a bit of the flavour of some of the fever dreams I have where the story seems to loop back on itself and start all over again.In another dream I am stood in the canteen making a coffee with a particular male colleague he is chatting to me about a duke who has gone to fight in a modern war. I seem to have some kind of misunderstanding (possibly intentional on my part) where I interpret duke as duck, I feel that I was doing this on purpose to belittle the duke.
