Dream Diary - 27/9/20 (Part 1)

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Afternoon Everyone,

Another night and another load of dreams for you. I don’t know where these are coming from, or how I manage to remember them all. Yes, I did eat tonnes again last night. Maybe it’s the late night snacks that are doing this to me? Who knows. All I know is that I’m fascinated how my mind works. Real on to find out more.

Sunday 27th September 2020 (Part 1)

I dreamed I was at my new local restaurant. I was sat at a table and loads of people came in. It looked like some sort of event was going on and I felt privileged to be part of it. I was sat at a corner table and a man came in. He was very large and round. Quite short and had a lot of dark curly hair that was down to his shoulders. After everyone was settled, he announced that he had come up with a loyalty card scheme and he looked at the owner who happened to be head chef too. He said to him ”I bet you wish you had thought about that now!!”

I really felt for the chef. Next thing I was sat up at their bar and and I was just looking around the place. I saw my silver sequinned handbag was beside the chair I was originally sat on. A few moments later my handbag wasn’t there anymore. It was right in the middle of the floor by the doorway. It was laid down flat, but one of the big shoulder straps was on top of the bag, so you could see where the inside of the bag was. I got up to my bag to grab it and I realised it was empty! My purse, keys, make up bag… everything was gone and no one claimed to have seen anything.

Then my dream changed and I was in my parent’s conservatory at their old house. I wanted to go outside, but every time I went to go, something would happen to this glass table. First of all I saw blue melted candle wax. I went to clear it up and as I did so, the top go a black marker pen had somehow attached itself to my hand and I made marker pen marks all over the table. Again I tried to clean this off. I did thankfully. Then my husband came along and ended up putting superglue on the table. I said to him ”You can’t do that! It won’t come off!!” He got well grumpy with me. Then I had to look for some solvent to try and get it off.

Ok, where do I begin. So the first dream. That was odd as I was only talking to my friend about his restaurant the other day, so it’s mad than now I have dreamed about it. I wish they would come up with a loyalty card scheme. I’d be visiting all the time. I’m not sure why my handbag got moved and my belongings stolen. I’ve never had this happen to me before. Hopefully it will never happen. ’Touch wood’ What does stolen items mean? The second dream though. I can’t see how or why the table was constantly getting ruined. I just remember having to constantly clean this glass table. Then the husband comes along… No reason for him to get grumpy with me. If anything I should be grumpy with him! Who puts superglue on a table? My parents didn’t even have a glass table in that room. Does the table mean anything? I wish I knew what it all meant.

If you enjoyed this dream, why not read my diary.