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Dream Journal Entry: 6th October 2009

I am having dinner outside when I find out that B’s father has died. I find myself hugging B and crying. I look up and his mother is beside me, however she does not seem to be crying. I now find myself in a canteen sitting with friends. My friends ex-girlfriend appears and the situation becomes awkward. Continue reading »

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Dream Journal Entry: 5th October 2009

I am in a train. I seem to be holding a TTV camera in my hand. I am taking some photographs however it is extremely dark. The conductor approaches my friend B. He asks B if he wants to meet a famous film director who is sitting at the back of the train. B nods and accompanies the train conductor to the back of the carriage. I follow. We are both introduced to the film director however he dismisses us and does not shake our hands. Continue reading »

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Dream Journal Entry: 1st October 2009

I am standing outside a house. I remember a man in a field running toward me with a limp. He is looking for assistance as he has just injured his ankle. There is a woman behind him shouting “but his eyesight is fine”. I think back and realise that earlier in the dream I had a sore ankle and it could in fact be myself running toward me. Continue reading »

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Dream Journal Entry: 18th July 2009

I am in a hotel. There are three of us and we seem to be on a tour of the hotel. I stop and wait outside one of the rooms and I can hear the hotel manager speak to two male guests. He advises them that businessmen can bring their own mattress. As he continues to speak I wander into another room which is occupied by two foreigners. Continue reading »

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Dream Journal Entry: 17th July 2009

I am taking part in a long distance run. It is being held in Istanbul and it seems to be part of a Liverpool football club DVD. I can see Kenny Dalglish with a large handlebar moustache standing on a football pitch. He signals for the race to begin. I start running but I hear Kenny shout to his coach at the front of the pack to stop everyone and bring them back. The reason is no one is a professional runner and we all started the race at too fast a pace. However, we all keep running. I can see two Liverpool players in an old kit running at the front. Someone tries to slow them down as they are also running too fast. As I turn a corner one of the players has stopped as he seems to be exhausted. The other player stops as well to join him at the side of the road. I keep running but seem to go the wrong way. I turn around and all the runners are heading down some stairs so I follow them. Continue reading »

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Dream Journal Entry: 8th July 2009

I am walking on a street and notice that someone is standing looking scared. There are two Africans waiting on the other side of the street and they seem to be bullying the man. I walk up to the man and ask him if he is okay. He asks me what he should do. I tell him he should get the bus. He thanks me and walks off. Continue reading »

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Dream Journal Entry: 3rd July 2009

I am in a hotel. I open a door and there is a baby or small child hiding there. It appears to be lost. The child is strange as it is acting more like a dog or toy than a human. I pick up the child by the back of its jumper and say to him: where is your mother? What are you doing here? I appear to be quite rough with the child and seem to be treating it as a soft toy. I put it down then pick it up again and the child has transformed into an envelope from the post office. I open up the envelope and there is a credit card inside. I press a button on the credit card and the child cries. It seems to be a homing beacon and it leads me to the child’s/card’s house. Continue reading »

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