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Saturday, August 31, 2002
Tuesday, August 27, 2002
my popa died early this year. i had a dream that i was sitting down on a chair in a circle of chairs and my popa walked up to me. I was really happy to see him. he looked healthy (he was very sick for 2 years before he died) and i just wanted to talk to him and give him a big hug. but when he came up to me he started strangling me. what does this mean? Friday, August 23, 2002
I return or am released from somewhere, a camp or prison. My father brings me a new car, a dream-cadillac; it is quite beautiful but mechanically unsound. My father gives me directions to the beach, where I meet biff sanders and his sidekick the tattooed bass player, We take a road trip [omitted for brevity, but wow!]. We arrive at a place where my grandmother and grandfather just happen to be. There's a big conspiracy for me to meet sue peterson [a girl i had a crush on 15 years ago], she is to be married to me if I pass the test. biff and his sidekick are stooges for my father, who is grand vizier for and a plotter against my grandmother, who is the queen but will pass it on to Sue if I marry her. My grandfather the King everyone has pity and contempt for because he is old and sick, like King Lear in the wilderness. He has to pee and can't control his limbs so he asks me to hold his dick and and move him around in the sand so that he does not piss in the same spot twice; he is weeping in shame. Everyone else ignores his pitiful condition, or acts embarrassed, and I hate them poisonously. As I carry him into the castle, he says "Remember, the memorial of the Queen's death is right inside the door, the one built in advance to save money; ignore it, don't make her suffer by speaking of it. It is better that one not know the imminence of one's death. That is why God made the universe full of so many unexpected things: It was merciful." I think "he is going to die today, and these are his last words, and no one cares. I am happy to have heard them," Everyone then gathers for some formal rite, dressed in tuxedos and the like, and Sue arrives. The Queen, wearing a ridiculous kind of armor or ceremonial spacesuit that makes her look like a chess knight, is very gracious to sue. They take me to a cabin in the woods and give me all kinds of instructions about how to live there. This, I gather, is some sort of ceremony. I hear a sycophant bet another, "He'll never make it through the dark night of the soul."They leave me there wearing a miner's helmet, with a wood stove and nothing to read. I wander around in the dark [heavy shades of a recently read scene from Gombrowski's novel "Cosmos"]. I make it through the night. Sue, who is starting school that day she says, bursts in joyfully in the morning in a lovely silk jumper, violet with the yellow number 247 on it. "I declared a geometry major!" she says, "sacred geometry!" I am happy to see her, my heart overflowing with love.
I return or am released from somewhere, a camp or prison. My father brings me a new car, a dream-cadillac; it is quite beautiful but mechanically unsound. My father gives me directions to the beach, where I meet biff sanders and his sidekick the tattooed bass player, We take a road trip [omitted for brevity, but wow!]. We arrive at a place where my grandmother and grandfather just happen to be. There's a big conspiracy for me to meet sue peterson [a girl i had a crush on 15 years ago], she is to be married to me if I pass the test. biff and his sidekick are stooges for my father, who is grand vizier for and a plotter against my grandmother, who is the queen but will pass it on to Sue if I marry her. My grandfather the King everyone has pity and contempt for because he is old and sick, like King Lear in the wilderness. He has to pee and can't control his limbs so he asks me to hold his dick and and move him around in the sand so that he does not piss in the same spot twice; he is weeping in shame. Everyone else ignores his pitiful condition, or acts embarrassed, and I hate them poisonously. As I carry him into the castle, he says "Remember, the memorial of the Queen's death is right inside the door, the one built in advance to save money; ignore it, don't make her suffer by speaking of it. It is better that one not know the imminence of one's death. That is why God made the universe full of so many unexpected things: It was merciful." I think "he is going to die today, and these are his last words, and no one cares. I am happy to have heard them," Everyone then gathers for some formal rite, dressed in tuxedos and the like, and Sue arrives. The Queen, wearing a ridiculous kind of armor or ceremonial spacesuit that makes her look like a chess knight, is very gracious to sue. They take me to a cabin in the woods and give me all kinds of instructions about how to live there. This, I gather, is some sort of ceremony. I hear a sycophant bet another, "He'll never make it through the dark night of the soul."They leave me there wearing a miner's helmet, with a wood stove and nothing to read. I wander around in the dark [heavy shades of a recently read scene from Gombrowski's novel "Cosmos"]. I make it through the night. Sue, who is starting school that day she says, bursts in joyfully in the morning in a lovely silk jumper, violet with the yellow number 247 on it. "I declared a geometry major!" she says, "sacred geometry!" I am happy to see her, my heart overflowing with love.
I return or am released from somewhere, a camp or prison. My father brings me a new car, a dream-cadillac; it is quite beautiful but mechanically unsound. My father gives me directions to the beach, where I meet biff sanders and his sidekick the tattooed bass player, We take a road trip [omitted for brevity, but wow!]. We arrive at a place where my grandmother and grandfather just happen to be. There's a big conspiracy for me to meet sue peterson [a girl i had a crush on 15 years ago], she is to be married to me if I pass the test. biff and his sidekick are stooges for my father, who is grand vizier for and a plotter against my grandmother, who is the queen but will pass it on to Sue if I marry her. My grandfather the King everyone has pity and contempt for because he is old and sick, like King Lear in the wilderness. He has to pee and can't control his limbs so he asks me to hold his dick and and move him around in the sand so that he does not piss in the same spot twice; he is weeping in shame. Everyone else ignores his pitiful condition, or acts embarrassed, and I hate them poisonously. As I carry him into the castle, he says "Remember, the memorial of the Queen's death is right inside the door, the one built in advance to save money; ignore it, don't make her suffer by speaking of it. It is better that one not know the imminence of one's death. That is why God made the universe full of so many unexpected things: It was merciful." I think "he is going to die today, and these are his last words, and no one cares. I am happy to have heard them," Everyone then gathers for some formal rite, dressed in tuxedos and the like, and Sue arrives. The Queen, wearing a ridiculous kind of armor or ceremonial spacesuit that makes her look like a chess knight, is very gracious to sue. They take me to a cabin in the woods and give me all kinds of instructions about how to live there. This, I gather, is some sort of ceremony. I hear a sycophant bet another, "He'll never make it through the dark night of the soul."They leave me there wearing a miner's helmet, with a wood stove and nothing to read. I wander around in the dark [heavy shades of a recently read scene from Gombrowski's novel "Cosmos"]. I make it through the night. Sue, who is starting school that day she says, bursts in joyfully in the morning in a lovely silk jumper, violet with the yellow number 247 on it. "I declared a geometry major!" she says, "sacred geometry!" I am happy to see her, my heart overflowing with love. Wednesday, August 21, 2002
Another very strange dream. I dreamt that Ricky and I were in one of the portables at his school, only it was made up to look like someone's room. I remember I told him to go get a video or something, and he agreed. After a while this big fat guy came in. He started hiting on me, and I declined, telling him that my boyfriend was coming back any time now. He proceeded to unzip his pants and told me he was going to start peeing behind the dresser. I told him, "Go ahead, it's not my room." He started peeing while I sat on the bed and laid my heard down. All of the sudden, he started peeing on my foot, and as I quickly covered my face, he started peeing all over the sheet that was over it. I looked up and saw my Clockwork Orange poster, and realized that it was my room. Finally Ricky shows up. I look behind the dresser, and there is a lot of sheet music laying there, soaked, and the floor is also soaked. This is when I realized it was a dream, and everything went black. The first thing that came to my head was something horrible. I believe it was lizards. I heard myself say, "Lizards...The lizards are attacking..." and then all around me were tons of lizards, some of them were abnormally large. I tried to control my mind at that point, and I believe I pinched myself (although I think it wsa just in the dream, because it didn't hurt), being unable to open my eyes, telling myself that it was only a dream. That's when I don't remember any more. Tuesday, August 20, 2002
 Au revoir, mexerica cega: It is with relative indifference [we are rather busy at the moment] that we bid farewell to the Blind Tangerine as an active blog; it now stands as a testament to one man's experience in the wake of 911, a spiritual time capsule for as long as the storage medium holds out. What? That little time? We'll have to export it all and get it all bound up in paper, which can last hundreds of years. The Eyeball is our blog now: It's a movement from blindness to vision, see? Get it? We'll add a hidden "Private Eyeball" category and send out postings from that to the same Yahoo mailing list, so you thousands of faithful won't be discommoded in any way: you will get to hear about my laundry and my ephemeral enthusiasms and my general pissing and moaning, just as before. Tonight, working on an overnight translation for Angie in S;atilde;o Paulo, about half done, jazzed up on nocturnal coffee and Art of Noise from the gigabytes I downloaded from AudioGalaxy before it's demise. The new Napster, we hear, is hosted offshore. Wow. Indeed, I am thinking about going to live in Brazil for a few months, with a tax-deductible gift from the conservatorship and a growing roster of translation clients that I can serve just as well from there, and an unbelievably favorable exchange rate there: And the international long-distance rates down there are so cheap that I could even do phone business from there. 2br house on the Lagoa in Floripa for $100/mo! I actually have people coming to see about subletting this place on Saturday! Now where's my freaking passport? As the Frugal Gourmet [pervert!] used to say: I bid you peace, until we meet again on another bat channel.
There's a boy I like whose name is Chris. In my dream, I was asleep, and I heard the doorbell ring. I got up to go answer the door, and I saw that there was no one there, but there was a package on the porch. I picked up the package and opened it, and inside was a beautiful dark red rose with no thorns. The card inside read "love, Chris." I went into my room and put the rose in a vase with water and it lasted for a very long time. Then suddenly I was at a concert, and I saw Chris. I ran up and jumped on him, and he spun around with me and kissed me. Then we just stood there holding each other for a long time, and it seemed like nothing else mattered. I felt so safe and happy. Then I woke up.
I know I haven't posted in a while, but I haven't been remembering my dreams at all lately. In the one that I had the other night, I dreamt that there existed a toilet which had several buttons, and when those buttons were pressed, they spouted out presidental catch phrases. ("Read my lips...No more taxes.") The toilet was not attatched to the toilet bowl, rather, it was suspended above it. It was basically just this red toilet seat suspended high above the regular toilet. Also included in this dream was the addition of a male organ to my anatomy. I won't give you any details about that one. Sunday, August 18, 2002
Well first of all i like this guy named Mike, but we're not together yet. But anyways i was with A friend of mine Jackie and Mike's younger sister Kailey, and we had to follow these directions to get to a house where the rest of our family's were at. So we had to run through a field that was booby trapped to kill us, but we all made it through. And then there was a pond that we had to get across. So we ended up flying across it, and we got to the house and it was connected to another house that all of my friends were in. So we were checking out the house, and my dad walked out of the house and he like froze, so everyone was afraid to leave the house, but then i see Mike drive up in a new car, so i run out of the house to go get him. And for some reason i didn't freeze, and i guess the police were after me for something, so i jumped into the car and we drove off, then we are stopped somewhere and were making out, but then the police catch him, and i run off. So then i have to get through more obstacles to get away from the police. There are people shooting at me, and things falling on me, and then i get to a point when people are swingging things at me, that when they hit they feel like lightning and hurricanes and stuff. So then i give up, and then they let Mike go, and then i say in a very innocient voice "But won't u let me say goodbye to my boyfriend?" And they say hurry up so we started making out and he gave me a key, so then they take me to jail, and while everyone is asleep i use the key to get out of jail, and i meet Mike at his house. And that was the end.
I keep having a dream where i am having intercourse with my ex boyfriends. I am deeply deeply involved in love with someone in real life. When i have these dreams i feel like im cheating on him within my dream. its started out i was shooting pool in a tournament. I happen to glance over and see one of my ex boyfriends. The tournaments over, we chatted and i rode off with him. then one thing led to another and i end up having sex with him. Then he took me home. then my best friend picked me up and we went off, then i ran into my other ex boyfriend. we end up chatting and then we end up having sex then i woke up. I have had very similar dreams to this often. It seems in my dream that the person i truely love and am sleeping next to is not there. please help me understand what this means. thanks
I had a dream last night...I don't know where I was, but the Nazi's had taken over everything and were capturing people. I was outside a huge building which was a distance away from me...on the top there were numbers that kept changing...first number I saw was 12....I suddenly heard my name and a bunch of sirens went off and heard people chasing me...I ran into a building and hid in a room...looked out the window and noticed the number was changed on the building and read 20....that is when I woke up. Going to work today....I had no idea of this, but today was the anniversary of the fall of the Nazi's....I did not know about this till later...It really was freaky to me....I don't know where the dream came from. Saturday, August 17, 2002
my recurring dream ever since i was little i have had this dream where i am in a car, i think im in a car anyhow, and im driving and driving upwards, and i start to get nervous and tense because i feel i am going much too high, and then i am sort of rocketed away from that scene, but i see it from a distance, and it's just a line of cars climbing up this hill or ramp/bridge type thing, just to get to the top where they then plummit back down, it's usually then when i wake up, terrified. Friday, August 16, 2002
I am attending a lecture on chaos theory at UC Berkeley when all of a sudden the lights go out and a fire starts in the building. My pants are burned off. Everyone panics and runs out. Outside, riot police and soldiers are signalling to us the direction to go to get to safety, but someone opens fire on them. I find myself with a group of women pinned down in the crossfire. We are all very frightened. We team up to try and find a way out. A long, complex journey follows, with the cops and soldiers shooting at each other and the "agitators" (as someone says), who also battle each other. We get caught by a group of agitators who we are certain will kill us, but I talk to the leader and somehow he approves of what I say. Wish I could remember what I said! He says he'll take us to safety in the south. We get ambushed, though, and I find myself alone. I make it to a shopping mall, but they "don't allow streakers" -- I have to go to the security office to receive my two free pairs of pants. There are a lot of Victorian ladies there with their children, who are actually dwarves. They look at me with disgust. I call my friend, who is a policeman, and he picks me up in his Humvee. He takes me to breakfast. I buy all the newspapers, but there is no news of the war of the streets. I am very upset, yelling that I need to know what's going on, what happened! He says not to worry about it.
I am attending a lecture on chaos theory at UC Berkeley when all of a sudden the lights go out and a fire starts in the building. My pants are burned off. Everyone panics and runs out. Outside, riot police and soldiers are signalling to us the direction to go to get to safety, but someone opens fire on them. I find myself with a group of women pinned down in the crossfire. We are all very frightened. We team up to try and find a way out. A long, complex journey follows, with the cops and soldiers shooting at each other and the "agitators" (as someone says), who also battle each other. We get caught by a group of agitators who we are certain will kill us, but I talk to the leader and somehow he approves of what I say. Wish I could remember what I said! He says he'll take us to safety in the south. We get ambushed, though, and I find myself alone. I make it to a shopping mall, but they "don't allow streakers" -- I have to go to the security office to receive my two free pairs of pants. There are a lot of Victorian ladies there with their children, who are actually dwarves. They look at me with disgust. I call my friend, who is a policeman, and he picks me up in his Humvee. He takes me to breakfast. I buy all the newspapers, but there is no news of the war of the streets. I am very upset, yelling that I need to know what's going on, what happened! He says not to worry about it.
I am attending a lecture on chaos theory at UC Berkeley when all of a sudden the lights go out and a fire starts in the building. My pants are burned off. Everyone panics and runs out. Outside, riot police and soldiers are signalling to us the direction to go to get to safety, but someone opens fire on them. I find myself with a group of women pinned down in the crossfire. We are all very frightened. We team up to try and find a way out. A long, complex journey follows, with the cops and soldiers shooting at each other and the "agitators" (as someone says), who also battle each other. We get caught by a group of agitators who we are certain will kill us, but I talk to the leader and somehow he approves of what I say. Wish I could remember what I said! He says he'll take us to safety in the south. We get ambushed, though, and I find myself alone. I make it to a shopping mall, but they "don't allow streakers" -- I have to go to the security office to receive my two free pairs of pants. There are a lot of Victorian ladies there with their children, who are actually dwarves. They look at me with disgust. I call my friend, who is a policeman, and he picks me up in his Humvee. He takes me to breakfast. I buy all the newspapers, but there is no news of the war of the streets. I am very upset, yelling that I need to know what's going on, what happened! He says not to worry about it.
I am attending a lecture on chaos theory at UC Berkeley when all of a sudden the lights go out and a fire starts in the building. My pants are burned off. Everyone panics and runs out. Outside, riot police and soldiers are signalling to us the direction to go to get to safety, but someone opens fire on them. I find myself with a group of women pinned down in the crossfire. We are all very frightened. We team up to try and find a way out. A long, complex journey follows, with the cops and soldiers shooting at each other and the "agitators" (as someone says), who also battle each other. We get caught by a group of agitators who we are certain will kill us, but I talk to the leader and somehow he approves of what I say. Wish I could remember what I said! He says he'll take us to safety in the south. We get ambushed, though, and I find myself alone. I make it to a shopping mall, but they "don't allow streakers" -- I have to go to the security office to receive my two free pairs of pants. There are a lot of Victorian ladies there with their children, who are actually dwarves. They look at me with disgust. I call my friend, who is a policeman, and he picks me up in his Humvee. He takes me to breakfast. I buy all the newspapers, but there is no news of the war of the streets. I am very upset, yelling that I need to know what's going on, what happened! He says not to worry about it.
The other night I had a dream that I was in English Class and arguing with my teacher about a poem. The poem was about a girl who had fallen in love with a man called Paris, who then left her. So she tried to move on and met another man called John and loved him too. She found herself in love with the both of them- she loved Paris's mind, and John for his physical state. My interpretation of the poem was that it was a 'valediction to her former self' as she had initially believed in falling for one man, but now she couldn't help but love both. My teacher wouldn't accept this interpretation, which led to the heated arguement. The thing is, that in my dream I was conscious of the fact that 'valediction' means farewell, but I swear I have never heard, read or come across the word before in every day life. So it was strange that I understood it. What does this mean? Do I have to say farewell to something or someone? Tuesday, August 13, 2002
It was four a clock in the mornig when i woke up. Nothing could stop the feeling of upcoming fear, even the noises which YOu usually can hear in an old house like ours. I tried to remeber where I am and though I was sure about it before I woke, it did not calm me down. There was something not quite usual. A smell .. a touch .. could not define it. Then I got up and made few steps towards the door. It was not closed as it was before I went to bed. I was sure I am hearing someone's breathing behind it, or it was just a play which my imagination was trying to play. I got the door handle between the sweated fingers of mine and then i bagan opening it. It was not so easy, I needed all of the strength I have but it did not happen immediately. Then I felt it. Felt it climbing the stairs, creeping in dark outside, making these sounds which could make anyone freeze oh his place. I did not want to open that door any more. I knew I should close it and run away and this only this was my chance of surviving ..... do you want to get the whole story drop a line at bandrov@web.de
It was four a clock in the mornig when i woke up. Nothing could stop the feeling of upcoming fear, even the noises which YOu usually can hear in an old house like ours. I tried to remeber where I am and though I was sure about it before I woke, it did not calm me down. There was something not quite usual. A smell .. a touch .. could not define it. Then I got up and made few steps towards the door. It was not closed as it was before I went to bed. I was sure I am hearing someone's breathing behind it, or it was just a play which my imagination was trying to play. I got the door handle between the sweated fingers of mine and then i bagan opening it. It was not so easy, I needed all of the strength I have but it did not happen immediately. Then I felt it. Felt it climbing the stairs, creeping in dark outside, making these sounds which could make anyone freeze oh his place. I did not want to open that door any more. I knew I should close it and run away and this only this was my chance of surviving ..... do you want to get the whole story drop a line at bandrov@web.de Sunday, August 11, 2002
First of all,I would like you to know that the guy I was dreaming was my ex/first boyfriend..which until still a puzzle with me cuz I constantly dreaming of him. Anyhow, My dream always goes like this-- as he's approaching infront of our gate and ringing the bell then I will open it and let him in and we'll seat and talk in our balcony..Was kindda happy,surprised and feeling excited about it..As we go along with our chatting and stories about our relationship. I really feel anxious to know more of what his telling me..like plans for both of us and we will reconcile/reunite with eachother. And as I woke up ...I always wanted to go back to my dreams to continue what is going to happen...but then,everytime, I'll be awake on that scene...I mean, in the middle of our conversation. Honestly, In real life, our relatioship fall apart with NO communication at all and NO FORMAL break-up. Its like we seeing each other but just like we dont know eachother and ignoring eachother. Note: we used to be neighbors since I cant bear what he's doing to me ..I decided to transfer far away from him..
First of all,I would like you to know that the guy I was dreaming was my ex/first boyfriend..which until still a puzzle with me cuz I constantly dreaming of him. Anyhow, My dream always goes like this-- as he's approaching infront of our gate and ringing the bell then I will open it and let him in and we'll seat and talk in our balcony..Was kindda happy,surprised and feeling excited about it..As we go along with our chatting and stories about our relationship. I really feel anxious to know more of what his telling me..like plans for both of us and we will reconcile/reunite with eachother. And as I woke up ...I always wanted to go back to my dreams to continue what is going to happen...but then,everytime, I'll be awake on that scene...I mean, in the middle of our conversation. Honestly, In real life, our relatioship fall apart with NO communication at all and NO FORMAL break-up. Its like we seeing each other but just like we dont know eachother and ignoring eachother. Note: we used to be neighbors since I cant bear what he's doing to me ..I decided to transfer far away from him.. Saturday, August 10, 2002
The dream begins with me looking at an old photo album. I am flipping through the pages and see some pictures from my grade 8 hiking trip. Immediately by looking at these pictures I am swept back into time to relive the moment. I find myself hiking in the mountains with my best friend Lee. Actually it is the whole grade 8 class, but we were way behind because we were daudling and didnt get along with the rest of the group. There is another guy with us, and I dont know him. S here we are walking along this path without a care in the world when all of a sudden I look to my left and there is a cougar sitting in a den/cave along the path. I stopped and told Lee and this other boy. We then started to panic. We didnt know if we were supposed to "play dead" or run or make lots of noise or what....so we just decided to turn around and run. As we were running back down the path some 10 or 12 year old boys with helmets on, rode past us on their bikes. I yelled to them that there was a cougar back that way and they should turn around. They were too busy laughing and talking that I guess they didnt hear me. So I kept running and they continued on towards the cougar. (By the way the cougar was more leapord like...orange with black spots...but I knew only cougars could be found in the mountains) So finally we stopped running and I turned around because I heard laughing. I looked and I saw the cougar lying on the path and these boys had ripped it open and were playing with its organs. It was very gruesome. When I got back to the waiting area for my parents to come pick me up..all I could do was cry for the poor cougar. My interpretation of this is that the generations to come are going to have less and less care and consideration for the beautiful animals that occupy this world, and they are eventually going to die so that humans can have more space for unneccesary pleasure areas. What do you think? Thursday, August 08, 2002
i was at a party and this guy i used to be attracted to and i were hanging out....as the night went on we became closer and we held hands....my mom came across us and asked the guy for a hug....after that he wanted to be alone so we went somewhere and closed the door....while in there some guys came to me and pushed me around and the guy defended me....later on it appeared that he wanted to get closer and had asked me if i had kissed anyone....he tried to make his move but i then woke up
i was at a party and this guy i used to be attracted to and i were hanging out....as the night went on we became closer and we held hands....my mom came across us and asked the guy for a hug....after that he wanted to be alone so we went somewhere and closed the door....while in there some guys came to me and pushed me around and the guy defended me....later on it appeared that he wanted to get closer and had asked me if i had kissed anyone....he tried to make his move but i then woke up
My Dream: I'm sitting at a restaurant table on a boat with my friend, Pip, and her parents. The place is crowded, mostly by old, large women, who speak in Spanish. We're eating and talking (about nothing specific) when I notice someone called Jack who me and Pip go to school with. He's really hungry and yet looks extremely fat. Everytime I look up and see him he's eating a new dish of food- ranging from chocolate cake and ice cream to steak. The more he eats, the thinner he gets, until he is so weak that the old ladies have to drag him off, muttering impatiently between themselves. In everyday life Jack is more of an acquaintance than anything, he's two years younger than me, and we've only spoke a few times. Any ideas what the dream could mean? Thanks. x
I have this dream about everyother night now, I am 6 months pregnant and keep having this dream that I go threw labor and have my baby and instead of a little human baby boy, he turns out to be a cat! When I see this cat in my dream I look at it like my son but im constinly trying to hide him from people in imberrisment that I cave birth to a cat instead of a little boy! I have no idea what this dream means, if anyone has any idea email me! razzystar663@yahoo.com Monday, August 05, 2002
I dreamt that a Russian doctor picked up a pair of tongs and putting his whole arm down my throat pulled a lilac coloured worm from my stomach. The worm was like a piece of tape or ribbon. It had red and yellow spots. The part of the worm pulled out by the doctor broke off in his hand leaving the remainder in my stomach. The dream was very graphic in that I could actually feel someone prodding around in my stomach. Sunday, August 04, 2002
can u interpret a recent dream of mine? i dreamt that whilst walking home i bumped into the guy i fancy he automatically held my hand and we were then walking in the opposite direction then he had me up against a wall and was kissing me-what does this mean? |
