59 — M’s Grave

December 14, 2008


From E.

I dreamt that my good friend “M” died by falling down a flight of narrow stairs. But apparently he had a quick funeral and burial because the next day he was in the ground with grass regrown and I was at a job interview on this interview i was walking with my interviewer and we ended up at the cemetery at M’s grave and I just kept walking even though this was when I first learned of my friend’s death……I woke in shock

35 — Lava Sidewalk

December 1, 2008

ja_1941From J.  I dreamed that my two brothers,my dad, and I were leaving my grandmother’s house. Only instead of a sidewalk, it was a elevated walkway that snaked back and forth above what appeared to be lava. My brothers and I walked in a single file line holding the backs of each others shirts. My brother in front of me walked off the edge and the brother behind me and I fell, as I was still holding the fallen one’s shirt. But I knew I couldn’t pull him up without pulling all of us down. So I let him go.

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15 — Sick Like You

November 24, 2008

From K:

In my dream I lived in a really modern apartment in some Mediterranean island with only my dad. We had a cabinet FULL of all the best kinds of candy and I would stuff myself full of it. My dad kept putting me down. He’d call me fat and make snide little comments about my weight. I ordered a vampire blood kit online, and


I thought it was just a joke kit. When it arrived it drank a small amount of the ‘blood’. I later read the instructions and it said that once I’d ingested the blood I would never need real food again and would never have an appetite for food again. I would just live on the blood. Despite this, I still ate the candy regularly and kept the blood a secret. The apartment I was in was continuously fazing back and forth into a department store but never settled. I looked out the window and saw that it was night time. Suddenly there was a loud bang and an explosion. I saw that a plane had crashed. Suddenly another plane fell from the sky. And then another and another… I asked my dad what was happening and he said: “The pilots are sick. They’re sick like you. So they’re falling from the skies.”


After the jump, an interpretation from www.dreammoods.com :

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12 — Falling

November 24, 2008


From T: