Cyndi Cyndi Cyndi

I was in a strange country..in a strange bed ( really !!not the dream )

In my sleep , I saw my mom looking all sorrowful at me ..and she said
"Cyndi Cyndi Cyndi...what have you done ?"

I carried that dream all day ..it was so real..

( And mama..I have no regrets!!)

29/8/07 Dream

I'm at a sit-down dinner party, lots of friends and family are there.

I'm standing up chatting to someone and as the dream progresses I realise that the person I am talking to is my dead father. He's younger but still bearded and saying lots of amusing things and clearly enjoying himself, so unlike the horrible twisted end of his life.

And in my dream I go hysterical at seeing him - I gasp for breath between loud wide-eyed sobs, grab at a nearby pillar to stop myself from falling...

And then I wake up. And I'm crying, quietly. My eyes are wet and I have to press my face against the back of the person sleeping next to me for the intense feeling of utter loss to go away.

And then I sleep...

And dream of the person sleeping next to me getting up and making themselves breakfast...consisting solely of popcorn.

And then I wake up. Again.

the Castle

I was in an exotic place that in my dream I thought was Thailand. I had a companion, but I can't recall who it was. We were in a hurry to get somewhere, walking, and it was a long walk and at a certain point our travel led us into a castle, a very elaborate castle that had a complex of walkways and architectural styles. It reminded me of a castle at the top of a high hill near Sintra, in Portugal. We finally emerged on the other side of the castle and I realized I had left my camera somewhere in the building. I urged my companion to continue on, saying I would catch up, and I re-entered the castle. The problem was that when I re-entered, it didn't look anything like the castle I had just exited. The passageways were different, the decor was different, everything. It seemed like a maze, and I didn't know how I was going to get out, yet I found the camera. I also encountered two tigers in a cave who growled at me. At this point I awoke, and thought I want to fast forward this dream to a point where I am out of the castle, and I fell asleep again, but recall no more.

I dreamt that my big brother emailed me telling me that he cared about me, and that he wanted to be in contact with me. When I realised it was a dream I was so sad....

Sore Thumb

I dream of being at a party with hattiegrace and a lot of people I don't know. I am uncomfortable as I usually am in groups. Everyone looks so beautiful. I feel like a "clunk." Odd.

Barbie-pops

I dreamt that I was at the mall with my boyfriend. We were sitting at a small round table somewhere in the food court drinking coffee. Beside us I notice a new stand, it has a sloped glass counter displaying all kinds of confectionery and alco-pops , there are a lot of pink sparkles around and a large back lit sign above it reads 'Barbie™'. There are several groups of girls sitting at the tables around it drinking pink sparkly (as in containing glitter, not necessarily bubbles) alco-pops from the bottles through twisty straws.

I'm sitting there thinking ; 'Sweets OK, but surely it's a little odd for the Barbie brand to be advertising alcohol...?' when an employee from the stand comes around from behind the counter carrying a tray with frilly paper decorations and samples of candy. He is, quite incongruously, a dark haired young man with a moustache, little goatee, ponytail and pink candy striped fabric apron with a spangly name tag. As he comes over to us he proffers the tray which contains rows of what look like chocolate tubes, I take one and bite into it to discover that it's filled with liqueur flavoured cream with a tiny chocolate stem all along the centre. I turn to thank the guy in the pink apron, he says that we are most welcome and calmly announces that these delicacies are called ' Finger F**ks' before moving off to the next table proffering his tray.....

Ramblin Jack sent us

I dreamed I met up with Ramblin Jack Elliott. I was traveling with a friend and Ramblin Jack sent us somewhere. He had been picking his guitar and telling us stories, but he had to go, but first he sent us somewhere. I don't remember where exactly but it was hard to get to and I thought maybe it was in New Orleans and we were to meet up with somebody and say Jack sent us. All I remember.