Date of dream: Tuesday, September 30, 2003
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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As the title says, there was a bed in the toilets. I don't know why! I was staning there with no
underwear on whilst both men and women came and went. I did not feel uncomfortable about this, but
no I remember, I had taken the underwear off because I had skidmarks on them ;-) After looking for
some privacy and not getting it, I put the boxwe shorts back on but turned them inside out (?) and
hoped nobody saw them.
Date of dream: Monday, September 29, 2003
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Ok, not a nightmare as such, but it sent shivers down my spine as I made notes for the journal:
I was in a room with a friend or two. There was a door ajar and one of us spotted an imp-like figure
outside and looking to come inside. It must've been me because I described the imp as being white and
leaving what I can only describe as fading white imprint as he moved from one place to another. It was
a scary feeling; we all were worried that it might approach us.
Soon after this and in the same room we had moved away from the open door and couldn't see what
was on the other side. I looked up to see the ghostly outline of a pram with a hideous creature inside it.
The pram had come over to me and I was shaking it to make it go away but it was telling me in
thought rather than word that I had to make a choice, and that I had better be sure that what I chose
was what I really desired.
Probably the scariest dream of the past few years.
Additional Comments:
The inprint of the imp reminded me of the special effect on a Jacksons video. It's the one where they
move and you can see where they were by the blurred effect left where they were originally.
Date of dream: Sunday, September 28, 2003
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Phil was asked to get a forklift and meet at an unloading bay in the warehouse. Well, he was a long
time gone and it was not till I looked at a photograph on my digital camera that I saw a photograph of
him, his forklift and a mass of breaking waves between him and us. The waves were choppy and foamy.
