Last night I had a dream that I sent a text message to a friend of mine telling him how great he was. I remember thinking, "Oh! I must tell him" and then scrolling through the phone to find his number.
These sorts of things have been happening in my subconscious more and more lately. When my grandma moved house, she told me her new phone number and I absent-mindedly wrote it down on a piece of paper. That night, in my dream, I was inundated with questions about grandma's phone number, so I recited it several times and I've never forgotten it since.
This is very pleasing to me, because I can't remember anything, least of all numbers. However, from the reliable assortment of "dream dictionaries" online, I'm told that to dream about having telephonic contact with someone you know signifies "an issue that you need to
confront with that person". More alarming, "this issue may have to do with letting go some part of yourself". I wonder which part. Sounds expensive.
Anyway, the whole reason I raise this (a dangerous move given that the two most boring conversational topics in the world are other people's pets and other people's dreams) is that I would like to remember something useful in a dream, that I can't forget later. Not that
Grandma's phone number and the fact that Simon is a great guy aren't useful facts, but frankly I could have either remembered them or looked them up without the help of my subconscious.
So, if I could please dream each of my pin numbers, in relation to what it is they allow me to access, and also what I need to get from the supermarket the day before I go so that when I get home I don't suddenly remember that I actually went out to get toilet paper and came back with
some onions, twenty dollars worth of antipasto and a bath towel.
Ok. Enough about dreams. Have I told you about my dog?
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Hey, I may talk about my dog and possibly my dreams occasionally(i.e., like telling people about the fact that I have a dog, and the fact that I recently had a dream about a friend getting hit by a car which actually jolted me into half consciousness where I believe I actually said a prayer for the first time in 15 or so years, so I actually called him to tell him, he laughed it off, and then 20 minutes later called me to tell me he'd nearly been hit by a car), but at least I'm not considering a mortgage or moving to Caroline Springs (but I did go to the Flower and Garden Show on the weekend, so I think I might need to be euthanased soon). However, I am trying to see a shedload of shows at the Comedy Fest, so there's hope for me yet....
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