PearlDiver's Avatar
PearlDiver's Dream Journal
Profile - Get your own Dream Journal

You are not loggedin, click here to login.

PearlDiver's Dream Journal

Cohesion
Comments: 0
Views: 52

Seaside, ships, submarines and the talented dog

Rating
Friday, March 3 2017

  7. We’re in a seaside town (Southend?) with Kiddo. We are slowpokes and only get to go to the beach in the late evening when it’s getting dark. We walk down the wide street that leads down to the sea; there are casinos and arcades on both sides. Through the open door I peek into one and see a game where you have to guess the pitch; a big yellow dog sits in front of it and howls along the “Flower Duet” from Lakmé. The dog is winning and coins drop into the

Read More...
Cohesion
Comments: 0
Views: 70

Mail-lady and the aspiring dancer + lots more

Rating
Sunday, February 26 2017

1. A photoshoot in a light studio with high ceiling. I’m dressed in a white regency dress and long gloves, and am held by a tall person in black morphsuit and cloak. The photographer (an unfamiliar young girl) explains that she’s going to photoshop it to look like Mary Shelley is embracing her shadow. In the dream it makes sense.   2. There are aliens aboard Destiny. The dream never shows them, but Eli records their voices through the wall and plays the recording for Chloe

Read More...
Cohesion
Comments: 0
Views: 76

Garden party, tribunal and bookstore

Rating
Wednesday, February 22 2017

1. I lived in an unfamiliar nondescript flat and had neighbours Florence and Florian who were barricading my door with rubbish bags, practically building a wall out of them. I tricked them into removing the bags, although the details of this are fuzzy. I got out and went for a walk in a garden with my mother. It was late summer evening and the garden was exquisite – with small ponds, flowers and trees strung with string lights. Mother told me that she had cooked a piece of honey soap,

Read More...
Cohesion
Comments: 0
Views: 63

To Purgatory and back

Rating
Saturday, February 11 2017

       Summer, Hometown. I was visiting Maria where she was keeping goats off the Uni street; the room looked like the basement nightclub where I used to work. We were having some brightly coloured drinks and discussing whether to go on holiday to Spain or Scotland with our families. Our plans were disrupted when my classmate (unfamiliar) was murdered. I attended her funeral and, seeing that it’s held in the Catholic church, felt extremely frustrated that no one kne

Read More...
Cohesion
Comments: 5
Views: 354

The undead

Rating
Wednesday, February 8 2017

1. A long dream about Methos faking his death again and again, but leaving a clue every time for me to find. The last time seemed hopeless; I knew that there was a clue in a painting, but nothing else. I was in a big room with amber-coloured walls and there were paintings everywhere, both framed and unframed, hanging on the walls and propped against them, and stacks of unframed sketches covering every surface. I called my friends for help. Maria brought a watercolour painting of purple m

Read More...
Cohesion
Comments: 0
Views: 228

Spiritual teacher

Rating
Wednesday, December 14 2016

I found a Buddhist teacher that I was looking for; his house was on a quiet street that could have been in Hometown in November. The path and stairs to his house were made of wobbly stone slabs. The house itself was weird - on stilts, with a thatched roof and floor-to-ceiling sliding glass door. I knocked, he opened and we talked for a while about attention, distractions and not losing the sight of your goal. He sat on the floor inside the house and I tried to maintain my balance on the heap of

Read More...
Cohesion
Comments: 0
Views: 83

Saving the little fish

Rating
Saturday, October 15 2016

I had a goldfish in a water-filled plastic bag and wanted to set it free; however, I was on a planet that had no water on the surface; it was all dark purple sand. There were other people looking for water with me. I started digging a well and at some point the dry, loose sand gave way to hard-packed moist dirt. The other people lowered a rope down that I tied around my waist. I dug through the last layer of the soil and hung in the air above the subterranean ocean, where I could finall

Read More...
Cohesion
Comments: 0
Views: 120

Monastery in winter and birds in the spring

Rating
Thursday, April 21 2016

I lived in a monastery with lots of other people - monks, nuns and ordinary folks too. Peter was there and we slept in separate beds, side by side, holding hands. The dormitory was huge, with two endless rows of beds. When all the noise died down at sleeptime, I went to him for a cuddle. In the morning Peter was gone; nobody knew where. To distract me from frantic searching, an elderly priest asked me to go for a walk with him to show me how the peasants survive the winter. There was so m

Read More...



gofundme
List All Dreams