A people, who are not of our kind, have arrived to invade Earth. Their origins are unknown to me, but they wear pharaonic garb so I shall refer to them as the Pharaohs. Among the humans, a small revolutionary movement has developed. Their work is made doubly difficult, for in addition to the Pharaohs, Earth is also occupied by undead. The undead eat any creature whose body emits heat. They live in underground tunnels, each inside its own cocoon, emerging from their cocoons at very regular intervals to sense around their general area for body heat. When they sense body heat, they leave the warmth of their cocoon to hunt the nearby creature and eat it. When they do not sense heat, they go back into their cocoon to hibernate until the next food-sensing time arrives; less than an hour away.
Among the human rebels was a female scientist. I partially watched this dream through her eyes. She discovered that the Pharaohs had widely distributed canisters that had the potential to destroy all. She knew that if she could find a way to remove the effect of these canisters that she could possibly spoil their evil plot to take over Earth. (more…)
I have quite interesting dreams. My dreaming subconscious comes up with story lines that my conscious could not imagine in a million years. These dreams can be so interesting (in my opinion, anyway) that they deserve to be written down. I’ve thought this for quite some time but I never really got around to doing it. Today I’ve decided to start an online dream diary. This blog is all about the inner workings of my mind. It doesn’t can’t any inner than these dreams of mine. So here we go.
This dream is the dream I had after praying the dawn prayer on Monday, June 4, 2012. In other words, it’s a sacred dream.
The Cow With the Pink Pearl Ring
In a parallel universe in the year 2012, I owned a shop. It was an odd sort of shop, full of trinkets and odds and ends. The shop was so large and its contents so diverse that I,
The ring in my dream looked almost EXACTLY like this. I had no idea that there were pink pearls in real non-dream life. I’m going to take this as a sign that I need to point this out to my husband. I need a pink pearl ring to protect me.
the shop owner, did not know everything it contained. Among many other things, I remember seeing baby bottles and lots of candies. My shop was a fun sort of shop. (more…)