advice taken
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Well, i took anita's advice and placed the notepad at my bedside last night and now I have three recorded dreams - not bad-eh?
#1
I was with a woman who was my sister (but I don't have a sister) but in reality, she looked like my mom. She had three small children who were all very, very sick and very misbehaved. They were all naked; it was as if my sister was so poor she couldn't afford to clothe them or give them the medical attention deserved. I remember that one of the boys had a gaping wound on his face near his nose - it was bleeding. The children were all screaming at the top of their lungs from pain and discomfort. It was horrible.
Blood
Blood in dreams is rarely a well-received image, unless it is connected with an anger object. The blood of another in this case may reflect seeing oneself as ultimately victorious. Most times, blood represents depletion, injury, or death.
#2
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I'm with my father and bonnie and we are comfortably sitting close to one another drinking wine. It's clear in my mind that the wine is left over from a party (i had a party last weekend and we have about 6 bottles left over)and it is peculiarly a cherry-lemon flavor.
#3
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My friend Kristina was pregnant and a baby shower was being held in her honor. My mother and I decided to go together. Even though she is one of my closest friends, I was kind of on the outskirts of the party and showed up very late. Let me back up. The shower was being held in this large, abandoned parking lot. So you would pull your car up, open your trunk and bring your gifts over to the area where she was sitting opening presents. I'm not sure if I was embarrassed of my gift (which I can't remember) or mad at her, but it's very clear that I didn't want much to do with the shower. Later on, I was at her house and she opened up a wardrobe and showed me the clothes she got for her soon to be born baby boy. All of the clothing matched her current house in color - very warm colors. Mostly dark reds, olive green and mustard . The clothes were not baby clothes either - they were all kind of like potato sacks.





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how come you don't talk about these f'd up dreams with me???
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