|Beginning Of The End
||[Jan. 22nd, 2019|08:55 am]
I dreamed I was starting my last term at school and sitting in a huge classroom with hundreds if not thousands of people. I really didn't want to be there.|
Last night I dreamed my husband and I were in a shop buying a copy of the Sun, which the shopkeeper printed off on large sheets of paper and then stapled together in one corner before handing it to me.
Why? Why on earth would I do that? I would never dream of buying the Sun and I refuse a copy when the Spar tries to give them away free.
The dreaming brain is very odd at times.
Maybe the newspaper here is a symbol of the actual Sun and what the dream is about is a longing for the return of Spring....
I haven't seen the Sun newspaper in a long, long time. It no longer seems to play the role it used to do in our national melodrama.
I'm certainly longing for the return of the actual sun and for longer, brighter days.
The Sun is on sale here in our Spar convenience store, the two newsagents and the Co-op. Also the Mail (which is even more evil) and Express. I glance at the front pages when I'm in doing my shopping and my heart sinks.
First, must wish you a Happy Birthday. I hope it was pleasant! (And that you had fun...)
I've had so many dreams this past year, after my illness and hospitalization. Probably medication-induced, but who knows? Maybe many were simply related to the amount of sleep I got.
But to me, even if the scene seems basically calm (and not horrific), it can be a nightmare!
Wishing you better dreams! (hugs)
I was rushing about all over the place in my dreams last night.