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I believe in dreams (from 360 blog dated Jan 7, 2007)

I believe in the dreams we have for the future and the dreams we have while sleeping. They are often connected, making life interesting. I have always said, I go to sleep to be entertained. I always dream and its usually totally weird. This week has been no different.

The first dream I recall this week was based on marriage. I dreamt I was to be married – groom faceless and unknown. Tat took me to a spa to relax and unwind before the wedding. The next part of the dream, I was with my gran (long since passed away) who was worried I wouldn’t get my dress in time. I took too long putting on my socks and shoes and she fell asleep waiting. I was then watching a tiny scene with miniature snails when an equally miniature scorpion went among them, stinging the one snail who went green in the face and flipped over – dead.

Told you my dreams are weird.

The next dream, I was around 6 months pregnant judging by the size of the belly (note, I am beyond the age of wanting another kid, so don’t even suggest it). I don’t remember a lot of the dream now (should learn to write them down… ), but what I do remember is that my husband (not the one I actually have. Once again, nameless and without identity) was showering love and care on me in my pregnant state. I got a ride later with someone I thought I could trust, who turned out to be what he wasn’t. It was a white car, looking much like one of Brazil’s taxi’s. He leaned over me and threw me out of the car. I woke up hoping there was no damage to the baby.

The marriage, baby saga continues…

In the next dream, I was at a dinner with a whole bunch of people. Some really nice restaurant. I then had to take a baby to the cloakrooms to change it – not my baby. The baby puked all over me – charming. Some details are vague here. While in the cloakrooms, someone else came in with a baby in a stroller, a very cute baby. I forgot the baby I was busy with on the dresser and gave my attention to the new arrival. I left with the other mother and her baby, completely forgetting the baby I was meant to be tending to. Ok, so I’m fickle, am I?

Last night’s dream was equally weird.

All I remember of it is that I had a selection of decorated teeth in front of me and was choosing which I would use. I had no bad or missing teeth, guess I just wanted fancy teeth… who knows!

 

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