30/04/2010
Good morning,
I had many dreams.
I remember going to a place, like a tour, in our way home we passed by Vila Velha, the tour guide paid for the trip and the driver changed, soon, we were not in a bus anymore, but in a “ship” going towards a bigger ship in the sea.
We were attacked, as fire came towards us, or was is concentrated light? Another “ship” infected the aggressor with a bullet of smoke, and this caused some changes in the bodies of our aggressors.
I remember being in my living room, and my mother came in my direction but pretending I wasn’t there, so I gave her a hug and apologised for not taking her to travel with me this year, she was shocked and receptive, so I felt as she was going to cry, but she hold it back. She said it is fine and that we can travel together another time.
I remember a group, theatre, we were in a meeting, and they had to go as they were doing a play, we were invited, I remember being in front of a very colourful house, and I ended up painting it a little more with crayons.
The last dream was in a “military base” in the middle of the desert, we were selling beers, and there was a car broken and a man, he got his bike to run away, but it drove away, and his aggressor was just behind him, I remember walking in “Oxford Street” and it was so dark.
Well, have a great day,
Andrews Roccon
Good morning,
I had many dreams.
I remember going to a place, like a tour, in our way home we passed by Vila Velha, the tour guide paid for the trip and the driver changed, soon, we were not in a bus anymore, but in a “ship” going towards a bigger ship in the sea.
We were attacked, as fire came towards us, or was is concentrated light? Another “ship” infected the aggressor with a bullet of smoke, and this caused some changes in the bodies of our aggressors.
I remember being in my living room, and my mother came in my direction but pretending I wasn’t there, so I gave her a hug and apologised for not taking her to travel with me this year, she was shocked and receptive, so I felt as she was going to cry, but she hold it back. She said it is fine and that we can travel together another time.
I remember a group, theatre, we were in a meeting, and they had to go as they were doing a play, we were invited, I remember being in front of a very colourful house, and I ended up painting it a little more with crayons.
The last dream was in a “military base” in the middle of the desert, we were selling beers, and there was a car broken and a man, he got his bike to run away, but it drove away, and his aggressor was just behind him, I remember walking in “Oxford Street” and it was so dark.
Well, have a great day,
Andrews Roccon
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