Date of dream: Tuesday, February 26, 2013
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N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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I was in a library looking for a cassette player in a library because I had an old cassette I wanted to listen to. An old man was annoyed with me for trying to take the cassette player (which was his?). Even when I did find the right cassette player, I realized I didn't have the right kind of headphones.
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Possible interpretations:
To see a cassette tape in your dream suggests that there is worth and truth in what you are saying. Alternatively, the dream means that you need to get out of the same rut. You are going around in a loop.
To see a library in your dream symbolizes the knowledge you have accumulated over the years.
To see an old man in your dream represents wisdom or forgiveness. The old man may be a archetypal figure who is offering guidance to some daily problem.
Date of dream: Monday, February 11, 2013
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N/A
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No
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I dreamed about meeting my favorite band, Coldplay, in a store of some sort - it seemed like a convenience store. I was there with my mom at the checkout line when I saw Chris Martin and sheepishly walked over to shake his hand. The other three band members were all there too, but I really only talked to Christ Martin. I told him how I got a tattoo that says "Everything's not lost" on my ribcage, inspired by the lyrics of a Coldplay song. He smiled and I asked him where the band was headed next - he said Pennsylvania. Soon after we parted ways. It was rather awesome! :3
In the next part of my dream, I was in the neighborhood I lived in when I was very young. For some reason I snuck into someone else's house and was looking around someone's room. There were pictures of people from my high school (mostly popular people) all over the walls. When I heard a woman's voice I knew I'd better get out of the house before she saw me so I snuck out the front door.
Then I was in my childhood home, on the second floor. I was in what was once the room my sister and I shared, rummaging through drawers filled with old clothes from years ago - but not the same time period I lived in that particular house. These clothes seemed to be from about six years ago, when I was 12/13. They were mostly T-shirts. The entire house was filled with things we had left behind, as if we had just abandoned the house and returned years later. We were planning on moving back in.
Later, we were moving yet again to another house from my childhood in Oregon. I was strongly against this, especially when we looked around the house, which was set up completely differently and which I was certain was haunted. The set up was very confusing and creepy, but my parents had fallen in love with the house and wanted to stay.