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I had a dream the othe night, one I'd had a few years earlier, but there were a few differences. I'll go through the differences after I've explained the more recent of the two dreams;
I'm in this shopping centre, but not to shop, to see some kind of performance.
I get into this room, and am asked to lay on my stomach. There are other people in the room, and were laying in a semi-circle, facing inwards.
There is a TV in the circle, where we can all see it. There is what looks like a war film on the TV, but sometimes when I look up there is a herd of buffalo.
A man is in the centre of the cirlce too, he is talking, but I cannot hear what he says. This man looks like David Lynch.
On either side of me is a girl. Once is rather plain looking, and the other is overly made-up, and thinks she's really attractive. I don't find her very attractive.
I talk to the plainer looking girl, and she's very friendly, but shy, and lacking confidence.
I try to talk to the other girl, the one that looks prettier, but I find her dull.
I go back to the interesting girl to talk to her, but the better looking girl pulls me around, and kisses me.
By the way, I don't know either of these girls in reality, or recognise them from anywhere.
Anyway, I can now hear David Lynch. He tells us to get up, and take a break, and we don't need to come back if we don't feel like it.
so I geet up to leave, only I'm not me anymore.
I'm an old lady, that looks like Angela Lansbury (the woman from Murder She Wrote). I have to check on my husband, he is an old man, with a white moustache. He is sitting against a wall, but he is fine. I decide that I'm going back to see David Lynch, but a paramedic who happens to be walking by advises me against it, so I leave with my old husband.
END OF DREAM
Previously when I had this dream, which was a number of years ago, David Lynch was late, so I sat waiting for a long time before the thing got started.
When I left to go find my husband he had died whilst waiting for me.
Anyone have any ideas whatsoever what the hell that could mean?
What's the significance of turning into that bird from Murder She Wrote? What the hell was David Lynch doing something like this in a shopping mall for? why did the old man die before, but not in this dream?
Considering that I very rarely remember dreams, this puzzles me.
I'm in this shopping centre, but not to shop, to see some kind of performance.
I get into this room, and am asked to lay on my stomach. There are other people in the room, and were laying in a semi-circle, facing inwards.
There is a TV in the circle, where we can all see it. There is what looks like a war film on the TV, but sometimes when I look up there is a herd of buffalo.
A man is in the centre of the cirlce too, he is talking, but I cannot hear what he says. This man looks like David Lynch.
On either side of me is a girl. Once is rather plain looking, and the other is overly made-up, and thinks she's really attractive. I don't find her very attractive.
I talk to the plainer looking girl, and she's very friendly, but shy, and lacking confidence.
I try to talk to the other girl, the one that looks prettier, but I find her dull.
I go back to the interesting girl to talk to her, but the better looking girl pulls me around, and kisses me.
By the way, I don't know either of these girls in reality, or recognise them from anywhere.
Anyway, I can now hear David Lynch. He tells us to get up, and take a break, and we don't need to come back if we don't feel like it.
so I geet up to leave, only I'm not me anymore.
I'm an old lady, that looks like Angela Lansbury (the woman from Murder She Wrote). I have to check on my husband, he is an old man, with a white moustache. He is sitting against a wall, but he is fine. I decide that I'm going back to see David Lynch, but a paramedic who happens to be walking by advises me against it, so I leave with my old husband.
END OF DREAM
Previously when I had this dream, which was a number of years ago, David Lynch was late, so I sat waiting for a long time before the thing got started.
When I left to go find my husband he had died whilst waiting for me.
Anyone have any ideas whatsoever what the hell that could mean?
What's the significance of turning into that bird from Murder She Wrote? What the hell was David Lynch doing something like this in a shopping mall for? why did the old man die before, but not in this dream?
Considering that I very rarely remember dreams, this puzzles me.
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It means Jack
Dreams are just for fun
My favourite dream was when I was being chased through Glasgow by some devil thing then I came to the coast and climbed up the tree.... then the tree came out the ground and the win carried it up and away from land... I started to slip and fell and landed on a Russian oil tanker.
Dreams are just for fun
My favourite dream was when I was being chased through Glasgow by some devil thing then I came to the coast and climbed up the tree.... then the tree came out the ground and the win carried it up and away from land... I started to slip and fell and landed on a Russian oil tanker.
*strokes beard*
hhhhmmmmmmmmm, very intresting.
maybe your inner old person is trying to tell you not to get old or your husband will die?
or maybe you shouldn't wait untill your old to find a partner or it may turn out for the worst.
hhhhmmmmmmmmm, very intresting.
maybe your inner old person is trying to tell you not to get old or your husband will die?
or maybe you shouldn't wait untill your old to find a partner or it may turn out for the worst.
*Scratches head*
Ummm..
http://www.petrix.com/dreams/
Ummm..
http://www.petrix.com/dreams/
I had a dream the othe night, one I'd had a few years earlier, but there were a few differences. I'll go through the differences after I've explained the more recent of the two dreams;
I'm in this shopping centre, but not to shop, to see some kind of performance.
I get into this room, and am asked to lay on my stomach. There are other people in the room, and were laying in a semi-circle, facing inwards.
There is a TV in the circle, where we can all see it. There is what looks like a war film on the TV, but sometimes when I look up there is a herd of buffalo.
A man is in the centre of the cirlce too, he is talking, but I cannot hear what he says. This man looks like David Lynch.
On either side of me is a girl. Once is rather plain looking, and the other is overly made-up, and thinks she's really attractive. I don't find her very attractive.
I talk to the plainer looking girl, and she's very friendly, but shy, and lacking confidence.
I try to talk to the other girl, the one that looks prettier, but I find her dull.
I go back to the interesting girl to talk to her, but the better looking girl pulls me around, and kisses me.
By the way, I don't know either of these girls in reality, or recognise them from anywhere.
Anyway, I can now hear David Lynch. He tells us to get up, and take a break, and we don't need to come back if we don't feel like it.
so I geet up to leave, only I'm not me anymore.
I'm an old lady, that looks like Angela Lansbury (the woman from Murder She Wrote). I have to check on my husband, he is an old man, with a white moustache. He is sitting against a wall, but he is fine. I decide that I'm going back to see David Lynch, but a paramedic who happens to be walking by advises me against it, so I leave with my old husband.
END OF DREAM
Previously when I had this dream, which was a number of years ago, David Lynch was late, so I sat waiting for a long time before the thing got started.
When I left to go find my husband he had died whilst waiting for me.
Anyone have any ideas whatsoever what the hell that could mean?
What's the significance of turning into that bird from Murder She Wrote? What the hell was David Lynch doing something like this in a shopping mall for? why did the old man die before, but not in this dream?
Considering that I very rarely remember dreams, this puzzles me.
I'm in this shopping centre, but not to shop, to see some kind of performance.
I get into this room, and am asked to lay on my stomach. There are other people in the room, and were laying in a semi-circle, facing inwards.
There is a TV in the circle, where we can all see it. There is what looks like a war film on the TV, but sometimes when I look up there is a herd of buffalo.
A man is in the centre of the cirlce too, he is talking, but I cannot hear what he says. This man looks like David Lynch.
On either side of me is a girl. Once is rather plain looking, and the other is overly made-up, and thinks she's really attractive. I don't find her very attractive.
I talk to the plainer looking girl, and she's very friendly, but shy, and lacking confidence.
I try to talk to the other girl, the one that looks prettier, but I find her dull.
I go back to the interesting girl to talk to her, but the better looking girl pulls me around, and kisses me.
By the way, I don't know either of these girls in reality, or recognise them from anywhere.
Anyway, I can now hear David Lynch. He tells us to get up, and take a break, and we don't need to come back if we don't feel like it.
so I geet up to leave, only I'm not me anymore.
I'm an old lady, that looks like Angela Lansbury (the woman from Murder She Wrote). I have to check on my husband, he is an old man, with a white moustache. He is sitting against a wall, but he is fine. I decide that I'm going back to see David Lynch, but a paramedic who happens to be walking by advises me against it, so I leave with my old husband.
END OF DREAM
Previously when I had this dream, which was a number of years ago, David Lynch was late, so I sat waiting for a long time before the thing got started.
When I left to go find my husband he had died whilst waiting for me.
Anyone have any ideas whatsoever what the hell that could mean?
What's the significance of turning into that bird from Murder She Wrote? What the hell was David Lynch doing something like this in a shopping mall for? why did the old man die before, but not in this dream?
Considering that I very rarely remember dreams, this puzzles me.
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