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Sylvie
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« Reply #9 on: March 28, 2012, 08:11:23 AM » |
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I had a beautiful dream 15 days (nights) ago : I was cooking in my kitchen, listerning to the radio, then I turned back to put the dish on the table, and my Dad was sat, smiling (he died in early 2005). I was so happy to see him, I immediatly sat down, and took his warm hands in mine, and couldn't stop asking him so many questions ... "Where have you been living now ? What are you doing all day long ? ..." : he was maybe only 45 or 50 years old (he died at 67) in my dream, and wore the last blue-jean shirt I gave him for his last Christmas with us ... He answered in a smile that he was very happy, that now he had a kind dog, that he walked a lot with the dog in countryside ... and that he had to look after an old friend called Mr Sauret. I was so excited, I let him, opened the window to call Cyrille my husband who was in the garden, and shouted "Oh ! Come on Cyrille ! Dad is here !" ... I turned my head ... the chair was empty... I told that dream to my Mum who said that when he was young, when he still lived with his own parents, the neighbour was called Mr Sauret, I had never listerned to that name before. Strangely, that was not a sad dream, even less a nightmare : that was so nice to talk to him, and when I woke up, I still could see his hands in mine, and now that I am writing to tell you that beautiful dream, only now, tears roll on my cheeks, but I don't feel sad ... only deeply orphan ... Thank you all  !
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The Schofield Kid
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« Reply #17 on: April 27, 2012, 12:46:29 AM » |
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I haven't been sleeping well lately but when I do get to sleep, I've been having the weirdest dreams. One was I standing in the front yard of a house that was on fire and I had a garden hose in my hand spraying water on the flames coming out of the window. I wasn't in a panic or anything, just standing there like I was watering the garden. Last night I had two that I remembered clearly when I woke up. The first was I was rushing around trying to find a place to park my car so I could put my lotto tickets in at the newsagent. Finally finding a spot, I jumped outta the car and run into the shop and look up at the machine and think, "Oh crap, I don't even have my tickets with me!" This dream was the weirdest though. I was wandering around these housing units with a poster in my hand, next I'm in one of the units and two kids walk down a flight of stairs and see me and are quite startled and I ask is this where Eli Wallach lives? They said no, Uncle Eli lives down the street. I mean, what the hell was that all about? 
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