The Dream Journal of Lisa Marie Bowman
This morning, I dreamt that I was driving to Lake Texoma. It was very late at night and the roads were nearly deserted. At one point, I drove past a bar that was sitting off the side of the road. There were a lot of bikers hanging around outside the bar. As I drove past them, I was worried they might hop on their motorcycles and follow me but they didn’t.
That’s all I remember.
How depressing!
Last night, I dreamt that the den window had somehow been shattered during the night. Jeff and I were looking up people online to see if someone could come to the house and fix it quickly.
On Thursday morning, I dreamt that there were vampires roaming around Dallas and my family and I had been ordered to stay in the house with the doors locked while the army dealt with them. I was annoyed because there was nothing to watch because every streaming site and TV station was broadcasting the same warning about vampires.
On Wednesday morning, according to my notes, I dreamt that it snowed and I couldn’t find a jacket that I wanted to wear. Eventually, I ended up having to go with a leather jacket that I hadn’t worn since for years. Apparently, I found some money in one of the pockets so I guess it was a good dream!
On Monday, I started to get a cold and I was too congested to really get much sleep during Monday night or Tuesday morning. So, unfortunately, no dreams …. or, at least, none that I remember.
According to journal, on Monday morning, I had a dream that I attended a lecture. That’s all I jotted down when I woke up in the morning so I guess it wasn’t much of a lecture.
Last night, I got caught up watching some things and writing some things and taking about something and — long story short — I didn’t really sleep enough last night to have any interesting dreams. I’m sure my subconscious will get revenge on me tonight.
I’m pretty sure that I had a dream last night but I can’t say for sure. I have vague memories of water pouring from the ceiling because a pipe had burst. That’s never actually happened in this house so I’m guessing it has to have been a dream.
Ugh. How frustrating, not being able to remember for sure.
Last night, I dreamt that I was having dinner with a friend.
He sighed and said, “I’m getting old.”
“Yep,” I replied, without thinking.
My friend glared at me.
Probably more to the dream but that’s all I remember.
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