Entries Tagged 'Dreams' ↓

Had a really long dream about my wedding (not going to happen) last night. It was almost lucid in places, where I felt that I was controlling what was happening.
It was all very happy, with people giving speeches and so on. The only problem was that I never got to see my bride in the dream! So - I have no pointers as to who I should be talking to now

Walking around an obstacle course, with different levels of difficulty having different signs. Was doing a level 10 course and got lost at one gate. I had to walk through some bushes and had to place my feet into the footprints of the person who was ahead of me.

Go figure.

Nice to see Samsung use a dictionary - found whilst running update for mobile phone software:

After getting the updates, the spelling has been fixed.

A picture from last weekend, watching the footy in the pub:

Another dream. I quite like having this blog, as it reminds me to write down my dreams before I forget them.

I guess this one must have been based at a university, as I was late for a lecture. When I arrived at the lecture - I had to make my own chair, I also put my golf clubs, that I was carrying, onto a shelf. I was also late writing a twenty page essay on the subject of psychology.

I can recognise this dream as one of my major flaws: procrastination. It kicks in when I’m un-motivated and that’s happening a lot at the moment. I need stimulation. Dad’s a psychologist - so maybe that’s the link; though I’m also reading a book on clinical psychiatry at the moment, to see if I can find myself within it.

Dreamt that grandparents were dying (only got one grandparent left in reality) and that I had to see them. My grandfather wanted to put a spade into the ground, as his last wish - so I helped him to get out of his chair and stick a spade in the ground. He then lied back down and died, as did my grandmother at the same time.

Then had another dream about a Red Arrow being attached to a merry-go-round and seeing my uncles singing.

Odd.

Keep getting woken up around 5am by two owls. This has led to me being pretty tired this week.

Dreamt I was a pool-cleaner last night. Is this as good as life gets?

At the world cup with Mum and she started singing one-man-went-to-mow, then the crowd around us started singing it as well. Somebody behind me asked if she was a teacher, and I said yes.

All very odd.