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Dream
I've received a painting commission – an old building and there is a sort of mural high up on one wall that looks to be some kind of old painting or perhaps something printed on paper, and this is rotting away – they want me to do something about this - and yet its rather nice looking as it ages, so how to preserve this and yet give it a facelift? Puzzling this problem out with another artist (one I know in real life – or used to know).

And there is a some tension here because this other persons ego is easily bruised, and though they don't have the experience to really be able to pull this off, they think they DO....and resent my input as the more experienced artist.
I tell her we'll speak again on this tomorrow, and head out to go see if my M is there waiting on me at home. I'm sure shes hungry and wanting to be fed.

On the way I pass a shop I like to frequent. The lady has many kinds of things; art supplies, jewellery findings and also antique clothing and furniture – beautiful stuff. They made clothing much differently a few centuries ago! A lot more care to detail. Quality fabric and details. I hate the cookie cutter shit that is pumped out these days. Back then clothing was very individual.

Looking at canvas's, I see a couple that were part of an arts project from a studio I knew, was part of and actually recognize a couple of the pieces – which makes me chuckle. But this is what happens. We tend to recycle older pieces and so here it is, and I'm going to recycle these.

Mixed in with the canvas I find a white plastic bag. I look inside and see several hundred dollars worth of findings for jewellery making. Obviously the woman who owns this shop forgot it out here. So I take it up to the counter and hand it over to her saying I think you forgot to put this away earlier? She looks at it, says thank you – but don't expect any special treatment from me, no discounts or anything, hey?
Wouldn't dream of it, I say, grinning back at her. I just saved you a great loss of inventory, but yeah. Why would you give me any special consideration for that? LOL.

I remember right then, another time, another dream, this same shop, same woman - I'd helped her out like this before – that time involving some clothing inventory. It's this kind of thing that makes me think that these astral places – where we go often enough to have memory of other visits – seems to suggest that these places have an independent external reality. It's not just me manipulating the malleable dreamstuff.

Gathering up my purchases, I go outside with them, then head back up the street to the classroom (theres the classroom again). I drop the stuff off, then head back out again to see my M and sure enough, she's waiting for me outside the apartments. I pick her up and carry her with me into the lobby, call the elevator, get on with her.

And then there's a little bit of searching about on different floors, looking for my apartment. Which I seem to have misplaced. Holding her in my arms the while. Her weight is warm in my arms, on my chest.

I wake slowly to find my pet is indeed, sitting on my chest. Lol. He wants his breakfast.

I love reading about your experiences

Dream
In some distant future or next door universe, peopled by the odd monster: werewolf, bogan, shadow shape or other entities of the dark. To wander endless halls and mansions, schoolrooms and odd workplaces, peopled by the ghosts of ones I used to know or will yet come to know in a distant future or perhaps next door universe; other places still with invisible guides, relatives or other ones wise, benevolent and some not so obscure. Glimpses of places not yet seen and those who one day yet will come to be, beautiful, glorious or improbable; fantastic, existing in a galaxy far away or dimension distant, homely and dear, memories of other times and lives and loves. Sometimes of a wealth of distance and the glory of a vista full of stars; to wake refreshed while others feeling as though I'd spent the time working as hard as waking. And when I open my eyes, glad I am to see your face.

what does this one mean? Don't know, it was the stream of consciousness. I just wrote it down.

keep the good posts coming

dream:
Walking up the street, heading home. Rounding a corner, I find an abandoned kitten sitting on a towel by a bush and immediately go to it. It's adorable, cute, fluffy. A light orange with darker patches of orange, a few splotches of brown, a pink nose, white whiskers. Really cute and I notice, it has no fear. Why in the world would somebody abandon it? I can't believe it!
They left it with a few things; a sandwich, kitty litter, a couple of bowls, and so on. Kitty things.

There's a young blonde girl who also stopped to look at the baby, we're looking at one another going: why would anybody ditch this adorable kitty?

Well...she's a kid. But I'm not, so I'll take responsibility. So I say:
Ok...I'll take her home...see if the one I have already will accept her. If not, I'll take her to my vet and see if I can find someone else to adopt her.

I pack up all this stuff that's with the kitten plus the kitten, load it into the back of a bike – which is pulling a small cart. In the way of dreams, this bike appears when I need it.

And so off we go. The cat is in a box, in the cart, doing good and I'm biking through seemingly deserted city streets. I turn a corner to find people literally fighting another group of people on the street! One group is dressed all in black, black masks while the other is dressed normally, no masks like normal people, not a gang of thugs.

The normal looking people are winning, driving the other group away. I skirt this exchange and hasten off down the street – worried about the baby on board. I don't want her to be inadvertently hurt.

At some point I stop, open the box (to check on her), to find she's gobbled most of the sandwich – I have to laugh at this.
You'll eat anything, eh? I say to her. She's ok. But tired of the box, for sure, wanting to go explore. And she has a few poops stuck in her bum fur. I clean these off for her. She's exactly like my little fatty who passed away many years ago. Same personality. Same appetite, same poops stuck to her bum fur, LOL. She was a good girl. And here she is again. That's nice.

I have to be careful here – I've pulled over by the side of the road but it's very busy, lots and lots of big heavy trucks and other big vehicles going by. I place her in the box and close it up, start off again. It's very busy, big machinery! Some of which I know are not things we see in waking life. Strange machines, some of them. Hard to describe. I wait for a break in the traffic, cross to another path and continue.

I love reading about your dreams. Thank you for sharing this with us.

Zola,
You inspired me to start Journaling my dreams. Thanks for sharing.

Lately and of recent, just a few nights ago, I had two very sexual dreams two nights in a row (one dream per those two nights). The first dream, I was on a blind date, set up by a relative. We went for dinner and hit it off very well. Then, we headed back to a place, a bedroom. The dream stopped or I couldn't remember what happened after the guy unzipped his pants to release quite a magnificent size.

The second dream, I was out at a function, somewhere public. Suddenly I find myself with a woman. We were in a bedroom and this dream was much more vivid and felt much more realistic. I can remember her scent, the touches, the lips, me tasting her privates, etc. This was quite an erotic dream that ended with an orgasm that felt so real. This dream was much more pleasant than the first.

It has never ever happened to me before to have consecutive dreams of the same theme. This was a rare occurrence. No idea what it means though, but these were my dreams.

I really need to journal them down though.

Satanakaraj666 wrote: ↑Thu Feb 24, 2022 4:07 am Zola,
You inspired me to start Journaling my dreams. Thanks for sharing.

Lately and of recent, just a few nights ago, I had two very sexual dreams two nights in a row (one dream per those two nights). The first dream, I was on a blind date, set up by a relative. We went for dinner and hit it off very well. Then, we headed back to a place, a bedroom. The dream stopped or I couldn't remember what happened after the guy unzipped his pants to release quite a magnificent size.

The second dream, I was out at a function, somewhere public. Suddenly I find myself with a woman. We were in a bedroom and this dream was much more vivid and felt much more realistic. I can remember her scent, the touches, the lips, me tasting her privates, etc. This was quite an erotic dream that ended with an orgasm that felt so real. This dream was much more pleasant than the first.

It has never ever happened to me before to have consecutive dreams of the same theme. This was a rare occurrence. No idea what it means though, but these were my dreams.

I really need to journal them down though.

I look forward to reading about your dreams. Did you know that writing down your dreams can help you strengthen your recall for astral projection?

HPBlackMamba wrote: ↑Thu Feb 24, 2022 4:13 am

Satanakaraj666 wrote: ↑Thu Feb 24, 2022 4:07 am Zola,
You inspired me to start Journaling my dreams. Thanks for sharing.

Lately and of recent, just a few nights ago, I had two very sexual dreams two nights in a row (one dream per those two nights). The first dream, I was on a blind date, set up by a relative. We went for dinner and hit it off very well. Then, we headed back to a place, a bedroom. The dream stopped or I couldn't remember what happened after the guy unzipped his pants to release quite a magnificent size.

The second dream, I was out at a function, somewhere public. Suddenly I find myself with a woman. We were in a bedroom and this dream was much more vivid and felt much more realistic. I can remember her scent, the touches, the lips, me tasting her privates, etc. This was quite an erotic dream that ended with an orgasm that felt so real. This dream was much more pleasant than the first.

It has never ever happened to me before to have consecutive dreams of the same theme. This was a rare occurrence. No idea what it means though, but these were my dreams.

I really need to journal them down though.

I look forward to reading about your dreams. Did you know that writing down your dreams can help you strengthen your recall for astral projection?

I do know, and I really should start writing it down. Thank you.