I'm in a cave with stalactites and stalagmites. Digging in the sand, I found several souvenir spoons, one had a little windmill.
My grandson (who is in reality 7) is a teenager with dreadlocks and a
little beard. He is showing me around on his warthog farm. The warthogs
also have dreadlocks.
A man was pushing another man in a wheelchair, rushing and shoving
through the crowds in Temple Bar. He told me to keep close behind them
so I could get through the crowd. The wheelchair man looked a bit
worried.
I 'm looking for a nice dress to wear to an event, and find a lovely pale purple one with embroidery. I put it on and do a twirl.
Had a lovely dream of hanging the laundry in a rose garden on a very windy day.
After a few dreams of running around a vast underground bunker with
computers, and an airport searching for my brother John... I ended up
right before waking at an attic window looking at a giant willow tree
with a friendly face.
I want to take a photo of a cloud that looks like a woman, and thought
it would look good from the top floor window. But there is a slippery
and splintery incline to get to the next floor. I drop my camera, which
slides back down.
My son Robby and I are cycling thru Dublin, where there is a big traffic
jam. We need to get across the street, so Robby shows me a trick where
he rides the bike up the side of a building, flipping him into the air
to land on the other side.
We are having guests over. So someone dismantled my bed and put a
sleeping bag inside the frame for me. The guests will apparently get the
rest of my bed in another room. My dream self thinks this is extremely
illogical!
I'm on the roof of a tall skyscraper with a small boy. There are toys
everywhere. One toy falls off the roof, and the boy says he will fetch
it, and jumps off. I remember I can fly, and leap off to get the boy.
Michael bought me some pretty dishes with lovely patterns on them. A
teapot, a plate and a heart shaped covered dish with an owl handle.
I'm picking up hundreds of little toys off the street: lego, plastic animals, tiny cars, marbles, etc.
Two grandchildren are playing with an immense prehistoric insect, as if it were a pet. I'm taking a photo, while Ringo drums in the background.
Riding on an extremely large spotted galloping horse.
I'm on a spaceship, rolling out dough for pasta. I'm using a rocking
chair to help with the back and forth movement. I hope the aliens like
pasta!
We are driving down a road, when it suddenly ends, and becomes a bumpy dirt road through broken cars and tractors and junk.
I'm having tea and chocolate chip cookies with an old deceased friend of
mine. As we chat, I'm embroidering an image of a paper clip.
I'm in a sack race, in the midst of flames and fire.
My husband Michael and I have gone to that small island from a previous
dream (day 16). There was another tiny island far away, with a mazey
path through the water. We saw some bicycles for rent, and I thought it
would be fun to cycle there. But Michael didn't want to.
My brother is sleeping with an umbrella
I'm a cross stitch. I use a seam ripper on myself to make myself slimmer.
My Mom and I are getting ready to go shopping. She wants to put on a
little bit of lipstick first. The lipstick turns into a snake, but she
doesn't seem to notice.
I'm inside a rosebush, drawing in my sketchbook. Very careful not to move too much to avoid the thorns.
I'm at a picnic or outing, wearing a mismatched hoodie and sweatpants
with a tutu and a frilly purse. There are parents in the sky with their
children, making patterns. I wondered how they stayed up there. I looked
for my camera, but I had left it in my other purse.
My laundry line had disappeared, but I found some birds to help. They grab the laundry and fly in circles.
We were in a house that had a giant gaping hole on the main floor. Heino
(the singer), my brother Pete, and I have to swing across and leap off
to get to the other side.
I wanted to show my grandson Dooley my animation studio. To get there,
you had to climb onto the wall handrail and pull yourself into a hole in
the ceiling. Dooley got up real quick and was saying "come on! hurry,
come see.."
My daughter Michelle, her dog Luke, myself and some other young lady
were traveling through mountains. The young lady had been carrying a lot
of large packages belonging to Michelle. Michelle was annoyed because
now she had to carry all those packages back thru the mountains to her
house.
I'm holding the hand of a small child (grandchild? Dooley? Didn't see
the face) We are walking around Dublin enjoying the sights. I am very
happy.
It's Christmas. My family: Michael, Robby, Rebecca and I are inside a
huge tent. We are exchanging presents: paper origami and pop-up cards we
made ourselves. Rebecca is speaking Dutch, which I find surprising,
because I thought only Robby and I know the language.
Last night's dream seemed to be themed purple. I was examining a sparkly purple rock. And there were giant purple grapes.
