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I've been a bit grumpy the past couple of days. Mostly it's because I feel like my life's at a stand-still, and my dreams have been so amazing that I just don't want to wake up. Last night's were no exception. The first dream, took place in some other country. I'm not entirely sure where, but I remember a bunch of random people from my office appearing, and that our office seemed to have moved there. It was a beautiful place, seemed like some sort of resort, or one of those places where cheap people with lots of money emigrate to, because of the tax laws... I don't remember any actual events other that me and Fredrik from work, the boyfriend of Natalie from work, pulling someone into the elevator to get him down to an ambulance. Most of the dream actually centered on the elevator, probably because I'm scared of heights, but my subconscious decided the office needed to be on the 70th (or was it 90th?) floor... The second dream also involved tall buildings, but it was mostly inspired by The Little Mermaid. I had had triplets, either with the actual Christian Kane, his lookalike, or Christian Kane was the actor playing my husband. I'm not entirely sure of which. Either way, we lived on the top floor of a big building, with a pool. Mermaids kept appearing, everyone kept bursting into song (very Disney-esque), and someone wanted to steal our babies. It was weird, because I remember that I was fast-forwarding (my life?!?), to skip a certain song or hear it again. Like I said in the beginning, in a way it was a sad dream, because I was happy. I was happily married to an amazing and gorgeous guy, and I had the most beautiful babies. I lived in an awesome apartment (with a pool!), and a gorgeous view. (Apparently some woman that worked in a building opposite ours changed clothes in her office every morning when she arrived and every night before she left. My brother-in-law was telling that story to our baby boy. (The other two were girls.)) I lived in an amazing city, and I guess we had a bit of money. And then I wake up. Back to my real life, where I'm single, lonely, living in a tiny apartment, with a job that I don't LOVE, but rather merely like, and some days barely accept, and an inability to not spend all my money on movies and shoes and stuff, just to have something at home that makes me happy. Posted via LiveJournal.app. Tags: dream, via ljapp
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These are the fragments I remember from last night's dreams - Sofia stitching on a Union Jack sticker on one of my tees, asking me if I wanted yellow-and-black or white-and-blue thread.
- Sofie from work, who suddenly turned part Finnish, living in a huge house. There was more to that part, but I can't remember the rest.
- Shoe shopping with Michaela from work, and she trying to lend me money for a pair of shoes, but her card was declined.
- Me having moved to a different apartment, literally on the waterfront: a ledge, less than five feet wide, and less than two feet steep, was the only thing betwen my window and the water. Anyway, the story was that I was on my couch, talking on the phone, when a man rounds my balcony, sits down on those rocks, unzips his pants and lets it hang out to pee, all while not missing a beat on his cellphone. I open the window to tell him to leave, and he completely ignores me. That's where I wake up. Posted via LiveJournal.app. Tags: dream, via ljapp
Where I Am: On the bus
How I'm Feeling:  tired
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