Date of dream: Friday, January 13, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was at a concert, watching three men performing some number or other that seemed okay, but there was something familiar about their style of presentation. This was taking place in what I would describe as a banqueting suite, so there were lots of us looking up from tables at these men still singing away. Ah! now I remember where I have seen this before. 'Don't they remind you of the Bee Gees?' I say out loud. There is a sharp outake of breath from behind me, and a bearded man gets up and walks off to a table further away. When I ask what that was all about, a colleague tells me that was one of the Bee Gees, and he was extremely annoyed at me.
Oh dear, I think to myself. I don't want to upset Sophie. She'll kill me if she finds out I've insulted one of her favourite bands. Then Robin Gibb comes over to my table and shows me a photograph, explaining that I shouldn't get to critical of what people look like. Looking at the photo, I see that I look like Grizzly Adams, but with shaving foam all ready for a shave. Then the press get wind of what is happening and 20 or 30 are gathered round my table taking photos of me, much to my bemusement.
I woke laughing to the alarm
Additional Comments:
The taking photos part is worth a mention. I think that on smartphones there is an app where if you point it at a place of interest when out in London for instance, it will show you superimposed text of what is around you so you know what direction to head. As people were taking photos, all their names were available to read so I knew who was who.
Date of dream: Friday, December 23, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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Ah, back to my favourite recurring dream symbol: toilets.
I was walking along a river bank on my own on a quiet afternoon. Just a regular stroll. In the distance I see movement, then white, then can see at least twenty figures running in my direction on the same bank as me. I struggle for my camera when it becomes clear that these were monks dressed in white, jogging along in unison. Then another thought comes to me that maybe I ought to respect them and not treat this as some unusual event.* I stand aside and let them pass.
I continue into town. I now need to visit a toilet. I find one and enter hurredly. Now I'm in darkness and wondering what I am doing. Something feels odd, and it becomes obvious that this a confession box. I pull up my zip and leave by another door, which leads me to semi darkness. Now there is a little basin, but it has water in it - obviously not for peeing in as it holds holy water for blessing. I exit to outside the toilets, where where a lady is collecting money for using the toilets as they do in some European countries. 'I'm not giving you money as there's no toilet in there!' I say. What a rip off!
Additional Comments:
* This is a dream, this is a dream. For crying out loud!!! This whole dream was screaming out for me to become lucid.
Date of dream: Thursday, July 10, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was on a package tour with Sophie and had gone downstairs for breakfast. I was startled to be told that the group were moving on in ten minutes, and that not only were our suitcases not packed, but they were not downstairs to be put on the coach. Quite how I was going to tell Sophie was anyone's guess, because she was not a quick riser. My biggest concern though was trying to remember Sophie's full name for the tour guide.
