Sand

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Dreaming I am sitting in a tent. Horses are running around outside; I’m hoping they won’t come in. One does. It looks like a blue Bulldog. I am on holiday in Cornwall with Phil, the kids, Tom and his new girlfriend (he doesn’t have one in waking life). The tide is out; golden sands are crying out to be played on before the sea comes back in, but I can’t find anywhere to park other than outside a rough-looking pub which turns out to be an exclusive members pub for posh people. They instruct me…

Spot

Dreaming I am on a beach; it seems to be split in two halves, but I can’t quite see how. I can, however, see that the part of the beach furthest away, to the right, the tide is out. There are people on this part that are doing something that gets my attention. I go over and see what looks like worms in the wet sand; the people are getting them out of the sand, but…

Dune

Dreaming I am sitting on the sofa with Tom at 18 Devon Street. I hear the door knock and can see that it is Julia. I tell Tom to keep quiet. Julia bends down and looks through the letterbox; I tell Tom to pretend to be asleep. I hear Julia push the door open; it…

Sand

Dreaming I receive a phone call from Helen telling me I need to find Caroline and Ken. They have moved house. I drive towards Linton, see Greg, and give him directions. I come to a caravan; it is dirty, but my mum and dad are cleaning the seat covers. I suggest removing them and recovering…