Understand My Dreams

Dreams biscuits

My Grandad died on 21st Jan 2002, My Nan died on 19th July 2009 and my Fiance died on 28th March 2012(after 18 years would have married my Fiance Christmas 2012). I was very close to all of these 3 people. I have had lots of dreams of my Fiance since his sad loss and also from time to time of Grandparents. My Grandparents were their usual self in my dream as was my Fiance and we were all drinking cups of tea and eating rich tea biscuits. Strange thing is my Fiance only tried tea once and hated-he was a great coffee lover. It was a very nice comforting dream and although feels so real-felt surreal as well.

I was with my work colleagues, but it was after work had finished. The place looked like Newcastle train station, but I knew it wasn't. I crossed a bridge that was slowly closing as I did so. Then I stopped at another bridge and started to make oat biscuits. All the ingredients where around me and the bowl was medium size and white. I was sat between the legs of a guy from work called Matthew, we were talking while I was mixin the ingredients together, I saw there was a segment of lemon in the bowl so I took it out and squeezed in into the bowl, the mixture then became too watery so I added more oats and that point the bowl was too full. Matthew tasted the mixture in the bowl and told me it tasted really good and he could taste the rosemary in it. After a moment we started kissing quite passionately. He heals my head in both hands and said 'I wih I wasn't the only one who's allergic to what I've just ate' I asked him if it was the oats and he nodded, I told him he should never have tried it if he knew he was allergic. He just shrugged his shoulders and said he didn't care. We started kissing again, then some colleagues from work walked in and they were all in Halloween costumes. They asked if we were coming to the party, we could see the venue is we looked over the wall on the bridge we were sat on. I told them I couldn't go because I didn't have anything to wear other that my work clothes. The girls from work each gave me something I could wear so I went off to start to get ready.

Climbing up stacked, overturned furniture to reach a high room in a tall house - I reach the top with lots of others - there is no food but I have a box of hidden treats (crisps, biscuits etc) all covered with towels. A neighbour is there taking clean, dry towels and putting them away, she wants mine because they match hers, I give her them but then my stash is found.....some people are jumping off the furniture to certain death even though I shout not to!! confused the towels are fluffy, brown luxurious and smell fresh

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