I dreamed I was at some sort
of carnival/expo with my
sister and my ex.
Somehow, I got separated
from them
I met a young French woman.
She was beautiful, and she
Liked me a lot.
There was a lot
of passion and an instant
connection.
I had cuts all over my
face for some reason.
She liked me anyway.
In fact, she didn't even
mention the cuts.
The attraction was strong.
There was a heat I
could smell.
We started making out,
and we were just
getting ready to do it,
when we noticed a
large crowd behind us.
We laughed, and she wrote
her information on my
hand.
Later, I was playing
with a bear, and some other
strange animal.
I fell in a river, and her
phone number and address
were washed off my hand.
I never did find my
sister and the ex.
I woke up, and felt
Sick to my stomach.
Why are all the
good ones in dreams?
I need to visit France.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
A frustrating dream. Especially the phone number and address of that French babe being lost like that. Strange how mixed up dreams can become. Still, this had a touch of spice about it. You need to dream more often.
Thanks for the read and comment.
Visualize before you realize
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You gone to France? lol.
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Some dreams can be unfulfilled and frustrating.
Yes they can. Thank you.
Maybe we should form a cult .. France really is something else .. Reads like a wake up call .. Be sure to book them tickets .. Neville
Thank you bro.
The waking segment of a day can really put us into a spin!
Yes it can. Thank you.
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