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[Sgtvhilts]

They sound amazing...
I've always been a florid dreamer, particularly in the run up to periods ( when prog is at its highest).
Probably a combo of sleeping better (lucky you) and the progesterone.
Unless they are really disturbing- I would leave alone particularly if you are feeling better overall.
My Nan always said and I go with it as well - “dreaming is filing your life and thoughts in order”

[CLKD]

 . but they don't relate to much in recent years 

I try to recycle carrier bags but the contents didn't fit back into those that burst in my dreams ......... I'm not on any HRT other than for VA. 

[CLKD]

Last night I was busy.  My parents had sold their property and the new people were waiting to move in.  Contracts had been exchanged and it was completion day but my parents simply didn't get it.  Everything was still in the property.

They decided to drive round to see if any for sale places looked interesting enough to buy.  They found a bungalow [which I kind of recognised] and Dad managed to open the door.  Inside was devastation, there had been a burst tank in the roof space - most of which had disappeared.  "I'll get a tarpaulin" says Dad, which meant that he had to drive away.  He got out his tape measure and began working out how much he would need as well as measuring up for curtains and carpets  .  A couple arrived and wanted to know why we were in their bungalow.  "You need some help" says Dad.

I then said that a) people were waiting to move into their house and b) this had already been sold.  My parents didn't seem to get that they needed to go to an Agents.  "Your Dad can shin up on the roof with a few tiles Dear".  No, it will take more than tiles, there will be a need for struts etc..  "You will need scaffolding" says I.  "Your Dad won't need scaffolding Dear, he can shin up a ladder to do that".  "Think about Insurance then, it's the Law these days Mum".  Dad by now had aged and was looking a little bit worried at my suggestions.

"You've been reading too many magazines Dear.  Those people don't know about any Laws!" ....... Then some friends of theirs turned up with a hurriedly written list of cons ........ like the niehhbours' oil tank was in one of the barns belonging to the bungalow.  They had other concerns but I was unable to read the scribble  but 1 was that Plans had been submitted behind the bungalow for 200 houses.  "They won't do that!" says Mum ....... scornfully.

This went on and on and ............ at one point I was walking a dog along a very narrow road, it had been left in the bungalow  .  I had at one time 3 siblings  all who kept quiet except one, who backed Mum up every time she told me 'Dear'. 

"Where will you live whilst you do up the bungalow, you might need to factor in storage for the furniture and someone to stay, bearing in mind that there's no roof?"  Mum's reply was that they could put all their items into the garage 'at home'.  No Mum, it's not home any more, you have sold it  - "They won't mind Dear" ............  Knackered this morning 

[CLKD]

  >sigh<

I have never in all the years since I passed my test driven more than 70 miles on my own.  That was once when we bought a new vehicle and DH was in front leading the way.  I had to drive him home from Hospital once, he was quite dopey but not dopey enough to pass comments 

Last night I apparently ended up in Preston.  Now that is hours from where I live ......... Mum had been rushed into Hospital and transferred to Preston.  DH was doing something important  so I set off alone.  Managed absolutely fine, kept to the left side of the country [apparently] and followed the signs - visited Mum in hospital then set off to come back.  The Hospital was the one where I worked which wasn't in Preston.

I could see signs but when I got to the posts, they were blank.   . I had no idea where I was.  I went to buy a road atlas but was told that every one has sat naps these days  .  I bought some sandwiches and decided to ask a Police man to plot my route home.  Couldn't find one.  Parked on double yellows.  Still no one in authority 

I couldn't ring DH and kept worrying about him worrying about where I was as Preston had never been on the radar .......... at one point I was driving through Milan  down a one-way street 

I tried to wake but couldn't move for 40 mins. I was leaden.  *what* was that all about 

[CLKD]

For years my dream has consisted of forgetting to give a months notice to leave work.  Then my job disappears, the Hospital is altered internally so I can't find my way around  which means I spent hours wandering.  Add to that looking for my Dad  along those corridors and other meanderings: this morning I woke not knowing what day it is and really fuzzy ......

[CLKD]

Here we go Blot - dreams.

[CLKD]

I suppose lots of people will be dreaming a lot I certainly am  . I wake feeling knackered!

[CLKD]

Knackered this morning 

In the night we bought a large double fronted property.  Small garden with brick wall and metal gate leading to a front door, which kept changing colour.  Inside was lovely and I walked around planning where our furniture would go.  I then opened a door on my right into a scullery area - not on the Agent's plans.  There was a door from that room to a garden which was very narrow with lots of gates, through which I wandered trying to plan appropriately.  Will there be an orchard here, or patio for sitting out - all had high walls or hedges.  Through the last high wooden gate was a run down yard with old garages ......... were they ours, or the use of the Council owners in that area?

At one point Dad was giving advice about which area would be suitable for what ....... [he was good on advice!]

From the back of the main house were double doors leading onto a walled garden with patio, lawn, small orchard.  Metal gates [Canons' Ashby] looking beyond.  Then suddenly a road and bright red post box appeared outside the metal gates ........ I'd been looking for a post box.   

I have walked miles in the night and woke absolutely shattered. 

[CLKD]

Last night I was clearing a property: DH and I had been to stay at my Grandma's house and initially I was packing our belongings into our car which kept changing: from very small to an estate then to a 4 door .......

As the dream went on I found more and more items of ours: but had no idea how they got thee.  I kept thinking "I must take this in case ... " but the suitcases were full to overflowing and there weren't any cardboard boxes.  So I put items in piles in order of sentiment.  DH was talking to someone in the distance who turned out to be our sister in law who kept trying to show me things.  "I must show you this B4 U leave" and "Have I shown you this in the past?" 

I felt rushed.  We had 'to get on' but I don't know why  .  She then found something of DH's which she picked up and I knew he would be less than pleased.  That's when I began muttering, so much that DH woke me gently.    The dream was a mix of sorting, piling, packing, feeling rushed, angry ........

[CLKD]

In the night I was sitting in bright sunshine on a high bank over a wide river watching working dogs.  There was a family near us with a chocolate working cocker, raring to go [a situation from 1998]. Somehow she slipped her collar and did a perfect dive in the water, got in a muddle for a while but swam out of the current OK: up the bank, retrieved the dummy and swam back to her owners. Who were less than impressed.

Later in the dream I found the owner sitting with her back to the wall and Millie laying quietly.  It turns out that she had no control over the dog and I found myself saying "You want to give her up then?" and already anxiety was rising.  I agreed to take the dog on for further training all the while feeling more and more anxious. 

I woke with that same old gut wrenching feeling 

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I was walking up and down a street in Aberystwyth .......... carrying boxes.  At one point there was clothing and piles of towels in one corner of a room  and when I pulled them apart there was mould.  "I was looking for these for months" ........ I think that I was moving from one flat to another, at one point I was carrying brown paper bags which were damp at the bottom so items kept falling out.  Small, tiny things ....... no one helped me pick anything up.

I found a roof top terrace  and a rack of clothing in the sunshine ..........  then I was here, with two men in yellow hard hats walking across the front garden despite a 'no entry' sign - they looked at each other then at me and said "That isn't meant for us is it?" and walked across, I woke shouting "GET OFF MY GARDEN!"

Knackered now 

[CLKD]

I have been so busy in the last 2 nights 

Last night: it was cows.  In our garden.  Which is here but wasn't laid out as it is now but as it was when we moved here in 1983.  I could hear DH talking to someone and could see a brown cow wandering.  The other cows were being escorted back to the fields which were miles away  .  The farmer was having problems with this one, she wandered into our utility room and mooed.  He tried to shoulder her out the door but she wasn't budging.  I got a length of dog lead which kept altering in size/length/strength.  Made a halter and led her to the gate and she turned towards the fields, no problems.

Until I got to the field, in what seemed hours later.  Her pals were there so she tried to run .......... eventually she shed the halter which I picked up, in the grass was a pair of tweezers  , a round sweetie tin, a long needle ........ my Granny was there at times: cows passed her gateway twice a day to and from the field to the milking parlour: I was looking for my Dad 

[Jasmine20]

Well this is serendipity because I was just talking to my Mum this morning about how since I started Evorel Sequi I'm having dreams every night!

I never usually remember my dreams at all.

Last night I was texting David Attenborough who was going to pop round with a book for me......

[CLKD]

How lovely - will he sign it 

I was leaving a job last night.  Someone suggested 2 days B4 I went that I might like to clear a cupboard.  It was FULL of Christmas baubles, trees, decorations, old cards ..... [like our loft].  I pulled it out, the cupboard was like Narnia.  People realised that I was having a fi-out so added stuff, some was absolute rubbish  2 my piles and I kept thinking a) I haven't had any food or drink today and b) I'll never get this cleared B4 I leave the Office 

[CLKD]

Fed up now with these weird dreams.  I wake knackered 

I have that 'leaving the job but not putting my months notice in' at least twice a week.  I am also angry at DH and last night my phobia was to the fore: with people trying to give advice