Date of dream: Thursday, October 29, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I had a dream about Fanny, a cat of Sophie's who died a month back. I had entered a room in the house and found her, and held on to her for a while as I told her I missed her and that she would never be forgotten. She wasn't what I would call a traditional ghost - not white I mean. In fact she was black and reminded me of the house cat we one had called Gunner.
Date of dream: Thursday, October 29, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent?
No
This dream has been viewed 588 times.
I was trying to get my point across in a discussion with Sophie's family to say that I agreed with them on a family matter. However, I couldn't get them to listen to what I had to say so I walked off in a mood. I came across Australian comedian/actor Paul Hogan who was taking part in a recording of a stunt in which he steals a huge amount of chips and puts them into a mesh netting, cramming them in tightly and then going back for more. I grew tired of this and so wandered off. Then I'm at school and a teacher is being abusive to a pupil. The headmaster takes him to one side and gives him a warning. Meanwhile, another teacher looking like Phil Daniels is waving a belt around in a menacing manner. I go to him him in the face but cannot swing my arm
Additional Comments:
As I woke from this dream I took a swing and hit out at thin air. If I had been facing the other way I might have accidentally hit Sophie!
Date of dream: Thursday, October 22, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent?
No
This dream has been viewed 736 times.
The dream started quietly as I aquired a fob that would get me into a cricket ground. It was a quite exclusive pass, and a ground staff member came up to me and prepared to show me to my seat. He walked off in front of me and I soon lost him, but was then outside the ground in a Google Live Map. As I moved myself forward down a familiar London street I hear the sounds of Bruce Springsteen's Born To Run. I've never been a fan of the song, but listening to it and looking at my hometown in the dream as I wandered in my map made the song a lot more significant to me. I came across my older brother, and he had the lyrics to the song. He wanted to show them to me, but I explained everything that had happened and said that my experience had given me a profound understanding of what Bruce was saying in the song.
Additional Comments:
When I awoke, the song was playing on my ipod.