Had a dream that I was in a strange house. Someone told me that my dad was in a coma, not dead. They were trying to piece back his memory and warned me that he might not remember anything. I went to his room(which was identical to him and my mother's room in real life) and he was there, sitting up in bed. I asked him if he knew who I was and he said yes, of course. I went up and hugged him and told him I hoped he would get better soon.

Two dreams

From last night.
Dream number one:
While on a beach, my aunt was trying to get me to teach her about cosmetics, which I know nothing about. Apparently I had some notes in my sketchbook, but they weren't there when I looked. When I looked up from my sketchbook I was sitting at a table, on a boat, with strangers. We were about to be served dinner of steak, but I attempted to run away, since I was scared of the strangers and I am a vegetarian. It ended after that.

Dream number two:
I was in front of the back porch of my old house, and my dad was sitting on the steps. My dad committed suicide a little over a month ago(in real life) so I was a bit surprised to see him. I can't remember exactly what he said, but we hugged for awhile and I told him I forgave him.

I wish I could go back to that dream...it's the reason for my starting this blog, so that I can record any dreams and maybe through that get an understanding of my dream realm.

Getting started

Well, I guess I'm starting a blog. I don't suppose anyone will read it, but that isn't the point. The point is to record my dreams, anytime I dream them, in as much detail as I can remember. It's a personal project, but one that is open to any who wish to read it.

Cheers,
Grace