Dream: Sunday 01 September 2013 04:58
Stanley Knife
All that I remember about my dream is being with my dad and he was teaching me how to cut something with a Stanley knife.
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Dream: Sunday 01 September 2013 04:58
Dream: Friday 12 October 2012 18:11
In Spain with Bob
I was dreaming that I was in Spain, visiting my dad, and I had been at a bar drinking. We all went back to my dad's house and there were a lot of people in the front room, drinking and talking, and my brother was there too.
The layout of the house was completely different to real life, and the living room opened out into a very narrow kitchen - it seemed more like a corridor with kitchen appliances in it.
I was standing in the kitchen with Yu Lee, when all of a sudden my brother came through the door and said "I feel really sick". He staggered into the kitchen, and just about made it to the sink where he threw up, and then immediately collapsed on the floor and puked some more. At that moment Dad walked in and said "Have you seen what he's just done on the floor in there?" and I woke up feeling hot, sweaty and thirsty!
Dream: Wednesday 22 February 2006 10:00
Learning to Fly a Plane
5th dream of the night!
In this dream my dad was teaching me how to fly a plane.
The pane was small and white with a single seat and a propeller. The runway was on a kind of plateau with a steep slope down just after the end of the runway.
Dad seemed to think that the best way for me to learn how to fly would be to just have a go. I explained to him that I thought I could manage take-off and flying around in the sky, but I didn't think I could do a landing. He said there was nothing to it, that I just had to put my flaps up and slow down, and make sure not to come down too steep.
One of my concerns was that I would overshoot the runway and fall down the hill.
Dream: Tuesday 07 February 2006 08:00
Dad's Metallica Concert
I didn't bother to write this dream down when I woke up. It was very obscure and involved my dad organising some kind of Metallica concert on the side of a mountain in Spain.
Dream: Monday 23 January 2006 08:00
Spain
Semi-Lucid Dream (L1)I had a dream about going to see my dad in Spain.
Me, Bob and Yu Lee were there. We chilled and had a few beers, and then drove to a bar. Dad was driving really fast and at one point he was talking and not really paying attention to the road. We nearly went straight into the back of a white van, but I screamed and he put his foot on the break.
He said it was hard to concentrate when he'd been drinking.
After a drink it was time to go home. Dad took us outside.
Outside, the bar looked more like a mansion. It had a huge metal gate with chains on it. I seem to remember me and Bob being at the gate before and having to find a different way in - although I don't really know how that fits into the dream.
This time I put my hand through the gate and opened it. It seems the chains were for show and weren't actually locking it.
Dad said goodbye and me and Bob left.
I distinctly remember walking and talking for a few seconds, and then telling Bob to stop and think where we were supposed to go because we were going the wrong way.
Spain didn't look like Spain: it had lots of English pubs.
Next is where it got strange. I noticed it wasn't very realistic, started to become lucid and lost it in a second. The graphics went all pixelated and faded out.
Next thing I knew I was telling Bob that I became lucid because the streets had a repetitive, randomly generated feel. I got the impression I had seen this dream on a computer monitor like it was a computer game or something.
Then I woke up.
Dream: Tuesday 18 January 2000 08:00
Year 9 Dream Diary - Dream 1
Me and Robert (my brother) are round my dad’s house for the day. Robert wants to make a phone call, but his battery on his phone is flat so he asks to use my dad's. My dad agrees to this so Robert uses his phone. When he finishes the call, he’s in a bad mood, and wants to annoy my dad, so he purposefully drops the phone on the floor breaking it. My dad’s response to this is to beat him up, punching him round the head until he falls down, unconscious.
(note : this is weird because my dad’s never hit either of us in real life.)