Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 11/13/2018
By petal
There is a sweet Victorian red brick house near where I live. It has a very nice old fashioned garden, which to modern standards is much too big for the size of the house and there is a vegetable plot. The house is not big or grand or anything thing like fancy. It just pretty with a red wooden front door with proper lintel brickwork. It’s on the main road of a village suburb and it’s amazing that no one has not put nasty bungalows on it’s grounds. So in the dream I own the house or live in it. I’m in the garden just messing about as I did as a kid, while my dad does some gardening. It’s not on a busy road anymore, it’s just in the village as I imagine the village to be before it was all built up. I can see pretty fields beyond and the place is quiet and fresh. It’s a sunny autumn; my favourite time of the year. Two ladies arrive and they are meant to be tidying the house for us but I’ve forgot that they were coming. I embarrassed cause I know my house is in a very big mess inside and I don’t want them to see it. I’d rather do my own tidying up. I tell my dad but he’s too busy to care so I set them doing jobs around the garden even though I know it’s a waste of money. Then some large magpies and other strange creatures fly over the garden. They cause a nuisance by dropping sticks where my dad has tidied up. The seems to be strange circus puppets living things in the sky. One has a dismembered head like the emoji 🤡 face riding a trike. The other is a pattern fish seemingly floating above me in a makeshift buggy with pram wheels and pattern balloons attached. Dad throw the sticks back up at the magpies in a grump and most go away. He goes into the house into the house to calm down from his strop. Then I’m all alone with this fish thing in the garden and I realise I’m dreaming. The fish has got sticks in its wheels and can’t fly away. It’s also back to front on it buggy. It’s pretty and more like a papier-mâché toy than a real one. It’s in the shape of half a yin yang symbol and is decorated like a very old fashion Easter egg; kind of silly romantic thing my gran would had bought me as a kid. I move closer and it smiles at me. So I decide to help and turn it around on it buggy. I’m floating now cause I’m lucid and I can always do that when I’m lucid. I try to pick the fish up but find I have ghost hands and I can’t. My hands go right though the fish. I can’t lift it. The fish starts laughing like I’m tickling it. It’s slightly annoying that I can’t set the fish right and on it’s way. Instead I just decide to tickle the nice fish because why wouldn’t I play with the silly thing as I’m lucid and haven’t got anything better to do. I wake up before I can make the dream last much longer.