I gazed down into the glassy abyss. The water was thick with green algae which made the water shine like an emerald diamond. My toes pierced the calm surface but I withdrew quickly as I saw something stir in the deep. A voice whispered, enticing me into the pond that looked as deep as a lake. 

I am sorry I have not posted any dreams for a few months! I have been away and very distracted. I promise to post the next interesting dream I have. Hope you are all well. xx

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Ghost house

I stood outside of a house with white walls. This was my new home. I walked inside and I was immediately frightened of the darkness that was within. I didn’t have anything with me so I just wondered amongst the old furniture.

Then, I could hear a scratching coming from a closed door. I approached the door (but my mind was screaming for me to leave) and opened it. There was a corridor and I could not see the end of it for the darkness. I became aware that something lurked beyond the threshold so I walked down the corridor into the dark. I could not see anything but I could hear something awful- like a deep, rasping intake of breath. I found a box of matches in my pocket and struck a match. There, in the flickering light was a huge black dog. An omen. It’s deep brown-red eyes stared into me. I reached out to touch the dog but it faded into smoke. The fire from the match went out and I was left in the darkness.

Fawn in the woods.

It is snowing and I'm walking through the woods. It's light all around, and I'm walking bear-foot but I can't feel anything. The leaves are a shock of red and gold, but the Evergreens stay forever green. I come to an opening in the woods, a small field where there are a group of little fawns. I slowly approach the fawns but they are not afraid of me. They surround me and nudge me with their noses. I sit with them, stoking them.

Stigmata.

It is grey and cold. I am standing on a train track, unable to movie. My feet and hands are bleeding.

Then warmth illuminates down on me through a sheer light. Michael is the light's name. The light feels old.

"Everything will be okay." The light told me.

The puppy in the street

I dreamt I was walking down cobbled streets with only glow from street lights leading my way. I wasn't sure where I was going or what I was doing, but then I heard a small whimper. In the distant I could see a small lump shivering under a lamp post. I walked apprehensively towards the thing until I noticed it was a injured puppy. I took off my cardigan and wrapped the animal in it. I began to carry the dog with me, but I could feel it getting heavier and heavier until I wasn't certain I'd be able to carry it anymore.