…My Dream from a few nights ago
…
A few nights ago…
I found myself in this place…
in my sleep…
I was walking…
It was a quiet… quaint neighborhood—
that felt familiar…
Middle class…
working people…
doing much life here…
I wasn’t alone…
There was a beautiful young blonde girl—
probably around 17…
…and her two younger sisters…
maybe 12 or 13…
…and a young boy…
around 10…
I’ve never seen any of them before…
—but they knew me…
…they felt like my friends…
So I accepted them…
We all were walking along…
talking… laughing…
Life felt so easy…
so simple…
As if I had nowhere to be—
nothing else to do…
…and if I did…
whatever… or wherever…
—it could wait…
I felt younger too…
maybe 18… 20…
As the five of us slowly moved down the street…
just talking…
The older girl asked me—
“Do you know my father?”
I didn’t…
I didn’t even know her…
Then she asked—
“What kind of man do you think he is?”
So I thought for a second…
And judging by his daughter…
by her character in my dream…
I figured him for a good man—
hard working…
loved his family…
She said—
“Yes… you are correct…
he is all these things…”
Then she looked deep into my eyes…
smiled…
…gently placed her hand in mine—
just to hold… as we walked…
Then she rested her head
on my shoulder…
…and I felt something—
light…
soft…
…caressing my neck…
All of a sudden—
I snapped back…
to reality—
I thought of my girlfriend…
My real one…
in real life…
I could see her face in my mind…
I felt my love for her—
she filled me…
I felt so bad…
Like I was doing something wrong—
with this other girl… even in a dream…
I tried to free myself…
pull my hand away—
…but it wasn’t that easy…
I started to panic…
just a little…
…
And then—
I woke up…
…
Thinking about my lady…
…
…
—My real one 😎’`
…
Genesis 28:16
“Surely the Lord is in this place, and I did not know it.”
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This is a beautifully tender and atmospheric dream narrative. 🌿
What stands out most is the gentle emotional flow—you’ve captured that soft, liminal space where dream and feeling blend without interruption. The setting feels calm and grounded, and the presence of the children brings an almost healing simplicity to the experience.
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That in-between space… that’s exactly what it felt like.
Really glad that came through—thank you brother.
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I’ll say it again – your dreams are so vivid. You have so much swirling in them! This is a deep one. I was thinking maybe you wish you met your girlfriend when you were younger so that you had more time with her and got to know her family and father. Only a thought!
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Wow… it’s crazy you say this… about me wishing I’d of met her when I was younger… because I’ve said this exact thing to her before
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I think maybe it’s been on your mind!
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Yeah… could very well be so!
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Fingers look painful.
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It’s not as bad as it looks… the callouses are building nicely on them… I just started playing again not long ago… after a 3 year break from it… so I’m working getting my fingers toughened up again… I play about 30 minutes to an hour a day… I stop when they start hurting kinda bad… another few months and they should be good to go.
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For decades now, I have recorded dreams. It amazes me how vivid they can be, and how insightful. I love the way you bring them together for the reader – with a kind of prose poetry. I was introduced to the work of Carl Gustav Jung over fifty years ago. He believes in an approach he calls ‘spiralling’ in which you answer ever deeper sets of context-specific questions, often with a request to re-enter the dream to see where it is going. I always welcome the truth that comes with such an approach.
I look forward to reading your journey.
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Thank you… I’m 52 and I’ve have vivid dreams ever since I can remember… honestly though… I’m still learning much… and just recently started writing about them a year ago… I will have to look into Carl’s research and work… sounds really interesting… thank you again for checking it out and commenting… I appreciate it
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Salutations All,
Look intently in…
Every dream is practically more of you, your bearing and mileu of the dreamer than it is of someone else, their bearing and mileu.
A comforting dream-space shattered by sudden, sharp loyalty. The girl’s knowing smile and gentle touch felt more real than waking, making the, “I was doing something wrong” pang of guilt feel incredibly heavy. It was a beautiful, tender moment that curdled into panicked longing for your real-life love. A beautiful, haunting reminder of where your heart truly lies.
Against this erudite backdrop, where really lies your heart here and now brother?
Eyes inside.
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Thank you brother… I truly appreciate your insight and the way you shared it.
Wishing you well—and I’ll be praying for you.
Hope you have a blessed weekend.
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Though the soul groans under the relentless weight of fractured days demanding an immediate hand, we anchor ourselves in the storm, stubbornly breathing through the rubble to rise again.
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This is a really interesting post, and such a vivid sounding dream.
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Yeah… mine can get pretty vivid sometimes 😁 thank you for checking it out.
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