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Originally Posted by Iwantone2
I have no actual dream to post...I only remember images of people that were in my "dream".
Ivas, have you actually been to the places that you dream of? Or do you "create" the images?
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I have been many places in many countries of the world, yet my dream images are extrapolations of those experiences magnified, focussed, distorted, reshuffled by my subconscious. You understand that, I'm sure. Everyone who remembers their dreams learns the paths followed by their inner-self sooner or later.
Last night I dreamed of being in my childhood home though it was owned by someone else. My mother was there, she was about 50 years old (in reality she is 90), the house was open at its west end which faces the San Francisco bay. I opened a cabinet where I found several wallets and other packets. One of them caught my eye because it was a French Carte d'Identité with a pass for the Paris Metro. I tried to stuff it in my pocket, I was not stealing; I knew it was no one's who would miss it. The damn thing would not fold properly to fit into my trousers. I looked over and I saw my mother lighting a cigarette (she never smoked in her life) as she sat on the floor. Then I turned around to find myself face to face with Bill Murray, the actor, who asked me in French whether all was as I expected. I answered that it was not. I stood puzzling over these things. I then awoke.