- the recurring one I had when I was a kid. I'd be laid on the floor, reading a magazine and drinking orange squash when some ominous voice announced the world was ending and they needed someone to push a button to do it. I was summoned to push the button and was terrified
- when I was ill as a kid I'd dream that I could hear Queen Elizabeth, on horseback, going into battle and shouting "Charge!"
- the recurring one about that 1930s-style French train station. I knew my way around the whole place in my dream and every dream would be different but I always knew where I was going
- where really tall robot-like Police were hunting me down and I was hiding in lifts, a shopping centre, a petrol station, in this hot man's car. The man's wife helped me to pretend to be her (her name was Jasmine) to evade the Police. I think I was about to be forced to marry this evil leader of the city. Me and Jasmine went into this beautiful white and sage green house (front door was open) and I remember feeling safe, then I woke up, feeling quite panicky
- waking up in a lovely, warm room. There was a saxophone playing and I was annoyed because (in my dream) someone had been playing loud music the night before. I went on to a beautiful balcony and listened for a while. Then I went back inside and wondered why I always slept with the balcony doors and curtains open. I shut the doors and curtains and the room was dark and cool. It felt like such an exotic dream, felt like I was abroad, the room was stunning and in "real life" I'd never, ever sleep with doors and curtains wide open
- I often dream about having to go to the toilet, in public somewhere, but when I sit on the toilet I realise the cubicle isn't private and people walking by can see in
- I keep dreaming that I've gone back to my old job. I sit at my old desk and I suddenly realise that I've made a huge mistake going back & I get really panicky because I want to leave, again
- often have dreams about staying in a hotel and finding, in a drawer or somewhere, lots of expensive jewellery and wondering whether I should tale it or not
- where dad had lost the plot, was shouting at me and stuffing elastic bands into his mouth
- lifts feature a lot in my dreams lately. Often, I'll dream that I'm going to a certain floor in a random building but the lift takes me to a floor that doesn't exist in the building and I can't find a way to get back down
dec 21 2011 ∞
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