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First I have to say: I love cats. Totally. I couldn't live without a cat.
Now here's my dream.
I'm lying in my bed, in my house, everything is normal. I am sleeping, I can see myself sleeping from above. But a meowing wakes me up. This is normal too, my cat wakes me up sometimes when he's cold and needs cuddling. I wake up but the cat is not my ginger cat, it's a white cat who's calling me and walks towards the bathroom. I follow him and when I enter the bathroom I find it...
Now here's my dream.
I'm lying in my bed, in my house, everything is normal. I am sleeping, I can see myself sleeping from above. But a meowing wakes me up. This is normal too, my cat wakes me up sometimes when he's cold and needs cuddling. I wake up but the cat is not my ginger cat, it's a white cat who's calling me and walks towards the bathroom. I follow him and when I enter the bathroom I find it...
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I'm in an empty theater, where red chairs are circular around the central stage. I am sitting on one of the chiars that suddenly goes down, underground. I find myself flying, in a lying down position, along corridors filled with pipes, and rust and dodgy creaking noises everywhere. It's dark and creepy. After a while, I find the chair again, I sit on it and it goes back up to the theater. Nothing has changed, emptiness, silence, but I feel observed (and luckily I wake up
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I am in my ex-boyfriend house, not as it actually is but I know that's the place. In a room full of clothes we play cards with old university mates, and when we finish I get tattoos all over my chest and belly. Then I leave, I go to the bus stop but there's a strong wind and the leaves are whirling, I have to get back to the house. Nevertheless I find myself on a bus, and after that I am in my ex's house, again. It's late night and I am alone. I put on an evening dress, black with paillettes on...
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I need to get home but a huge bridge shuts the entrance to the whole city closed. I find another entry via another bridge only I know. On the bridge two scotsmen in kilts play cards and smile to me.
Got home, I start on a painting of Michelangelo's Lybic Sybil (I was actually painting that, as a wedding gift for a friend) but above tha painting there is another one, the same but huge that looks down to me. I try to write my signature and a dedication on the painting but I find very difficult,...
Got home, I start on a painting of Michelangelo's Lybic Sybil (I was actually painting that, as a wedding gift for a friend) but above tha painting there is another one, the same but huge that looks down to me. I try to write my signature and a dedication on the painting but I find very difficult,...