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Broken face and space dog

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Thursday, March 16 2017

1.1. I had a Y-shaped scar in the middle of my face and no nose. The scar was obviously old and I had learned to cope – breathed through my mouth and even managed to talk in a weird voice that sounded like a loud whisper. Then I got plastic surgery to restore my face. Before it I felt dubious as I had got used to living with my broken face. Afterwards I saw myself from aside – I was near the sea, dressed in a black tulle dress and my face looked like Sharon den Adel’s. I was la

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Flooded hotel

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Tuesday, February 14 2017

It’s night, most of the land is flooded. The black raging sea and distant mountains are visible for a moment when the lightning strikes. There is a hotel on what used to be the beach, but now only top few storeys are out of the water. I had been cowering on the roof for a while with someone else’s newborn baby and an unfamiliar man named Al. The baby is crying and we decide to get back into the building to find food and somewhere dry to sleep as the water doesn’t seem to be

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Runaway bride

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Monday, February 13 2017

The whole dream was a Danny Boyle’s movie or rather the story that inspired it. It started with a wedding. I saw ‘myself’ in a mirror – a young, short, fragile-looking blonde quite like Kirsten Dunst, surrounded by friends, getting dressed for the ceremony. I wore a pink lace chemise and a very tight simple white silk wedding dress over it. Instead of the veil I had a white hat with pink flowers. I went to sit next to my fiancé at a long table in a rather dark

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To Purgatory and back

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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

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The name day of baby Jesus

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Tuesday, February 7 2017

1. I’m attending a work meeting in what looks like the biology classroom in my old school – a multi-level room with worn, scratched desks. The coordinator gives a small bouquet of flowers to every Catholic in the room, saying “Happy name day of baby Jesus!”. When she gets to me, she spreads all the remaining flowers all over my desk. There are forget-me-nots, tiny pink roses and white tulips. I don’t have the heart to tell her that I don’t go to church any

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War slave and widower

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Saturday, February 4 2017

The conversations in these dreams were in Old Russian that I barely understood, and responded in modern Russian. 1. There was a big victory parade in a huge, red brick hall illuminated by wagon wheel chandeliers. I was a war slave, one among many, and we were expected to swear fealty to our new masters. The masters had both the Bible and Quran, but I couldn’t make an oath on either, and swore on a fencing manual, after which I had to prove my prowess with a sword. The next day I

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Shackles

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Sunday, January 22 2017

I was in the bedroom of an unfamiliar artist. There was a round bed with white silk bedding and a huge glass chandelier above it. I had just woken up and was squeezing my feet into shackles that looked like ordinary shiny handcuffs. Then I was trying to get dressed, pulling black silk knickers and a skirt on, which was miraculously quite easy but very funny, and was laughing all the while. The artist was talking incessantly about the significance of the colour white and how h

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The abandoned cat

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Saturday, January 21 2017

I found a stray ginger cat near the Chemists' House. There was an archive inside and I looked up a card that said that it's Peter's cat. I also found his ex-girlfriend who confirmed this, but said she didn't want to keep it. So I sat on the bench outside the Chemists' House holding the cat, thinking that it had been 15 years since Peter died and that the cat had been alone and neglected for so long; it made me sad. The cat was obviously old, hungry, half-blind a

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Seamstress and cancer patients

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Monday, December 26 2016

   I was having a complete new wardrobe made by a seamstress in Hometown, near Alley street. All the clothes were made of black or dark blue velvet, except for one lace tunic. I couldn't find a hat I liked as all the models that the milliner showed me were extremely weird, like squashed and dented oversized baseball caps. On the way back from the seamstress I saw about a dozen people lying down near the Central Hospital. It had recently been raining and they were sleeping fi

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Escape

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Sunday, December 25 2016

  I had been imprisoned in a huge windowless building filled with dirty green water to the ceiling; I was tied to the floor by the foot and left to drown, but got lucky as the foundation gave out. The building collapsed and I was carried out with the stream. In the dream I had a boyfriend and knew that he was imprisoned in a similar building. I ran through the town that looked a bit like those picturesque Mediterranean villages - white houses on a hillside. I found one that looked bi

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