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Tag Archives: dreams
No, this is nothing to do with Abba, but it was such a weird and vivid dream, I thought I’d write a piece of fiction about it. She had always loved this dress. It was pale lilac with chiffon layers, … Continue reading
No, there is not going to be some toilet humour here, just my response to Fandango’s question this week: What has been the strangest, weirdest dream that you can remember? What do you think triggered that dream? I’ve had a … Continue reading
I had a nightmare last night, crying out in my sleep and Hubby coming in to calm me. It was 4 am. I have no idea what triggers them. Some people say not to eat cheese or chocolate before going … Continue reading
How do you rate your dreams? Are they wishes, memories, hopes and desires? Or do they hold a hidden meaning or a warning perhaps. I admit I’ve had some doozies in my 63 years, but this latest one was odd, … Continue reading
He stood in the shadows, watching and waiting to see how things turned out. She was joking and apparently in good spirits, but he could sense her fear. He knew her so well. It was different this time and he … Continue reading
I had a dream last night about crows, or should I say one particular crow. I have no idea how it came to be in our possession, or why it latched on to us, but we had released it into … Continue reading
In dreams the impossible is possible, but there will always be something to remind me that it isn’t real, no matter how much I wish it. My Dad has come to me often in my dreams over the years, always … Continue reading
In the silence of shadow, The clock ticks. A gentle rhythmic sound There is nothing to fear. As time passes, The heating clicks, Settling down to night, And sleep beckons near. Silently walking Along the sands of time, All is … Continue reading
I’ve always tried to make sense of my dreams when they make no sense at all. The classic is always toilets when I’m stressed or worried about something and no matter how many conveniences I find, there is always something … Continue reading