Waterfalls and Soap Operas


Last night's dream involved some sort of water facility, with some waterfalls and shallow ponds. To some extent, it looked like a sewer, but the water was clean. In this dream, my mother, my sister, and me were chasing some individual(s) who appeared to be related to a Latin American revolutionary group. Then, it seems, everything became part of an episode of some Spanish soap. We were no longer in the water but in some alley, following some kind of procession.


Right after, I was on my own in a room with a large Doberman. I think it was my friend's dog, Bella. The dog was angry at me for some reason and refused to be petted or befriended. The room did not look familiar, and there was a large bed right in the middle, no decorations or additional furniture. Where was I?


I cannot make much out of this one. No significance can be attached to it. I suppose it was the result of fatigue and a quite restless night. Let us see what we experience in the land of dreams tonight.

Beginning

A journal created to write about last night's dreams and nightmares. An experiment to see how crazy my subconscious can get. An attempt to discern what my inner self is trying to tell me or simply assimilate. Well... you get the point.


While this is probably not an original concept (I'm sure someone out there has created a dream blog before), this will my own experiment. The first dream will be posted tomorrow morning.