Youre only just a Dreamboat

Sailing in my head

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A dreamboat in the sky.

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What does this mean?

So i got back from surrey (work) last week back to good old G-city (Gloucester). I decided i would go into town with my family to do some shopping. I kept seeing people around that looked like my lifelong friend skye. Skye is a girl i grew up with. She was my best friend/sister. We couldn't have been more different. She'd wear a blue snakeskin outfit, i would wear a red football kit. But still we were inseparable. She had a really rough home life situation because her parents were a little messed up, apparently so were mine because they asked her parents to be my child minder. But back to the point we've been through a lot together and i believe we have some kind of gravity towards each other. As we got older she got kicked out of her home and put in foster care in a different town. we lost contact. About 7 years later - we bumped into each other, and oddly enough i had been thinking about her that day! So when i was in town and i kept seeing all these skye lookalikes (but not actually her cause her hair is red now) it brought me to thinking about her. So i sat down at a cafe and got a good cup of earl grey! As old ladies do. I spoke to my auntie about how i suddenly felt the urge to see a psychic and then out of nowhere i heard a soft sweet voice calling my name. 'Laura....laura' i turned around to see her. To see Skye. She greeted me with a kiss on each cheek as shes not a little more upperclass due to her upbringing after life at buddlea close. She told me that she had dreamt of me last night, that she saw me with a gemstone of tigers eye and that today she only came back into Gloucester to see a psychic. A psychic i once saw - toni hunt. And i knew it was Toni that she had seen before she even told me. She said that after he dream and throughout the whole reading I was all she could think about. And after her reading she headed to this cafe to find me there with my family. Now i know this might just sound completely coincidental to some of you, but this is always the way me and skye meet. We think it and it happens. Its like we et a gravitational urge or pull to be in the same place at the same time. As far as friends go, shes the best one i ever had and after all we've been through together, something in this life or a past life has connected us in some spiritual bond.

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The magic wand. The talisman that guides me and keeps me safe through all of my spiritual journeys!

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This one is probably my favourite..

I’m a pretty spiritual person, so i think a lot of what i was thinking about encouraged this dream a lot, and also as always my beautiful girlfriend.

I remember being in this fantastic first floor apartment in Brooklyn. One side of the apartment was huge windows from wall to wall, where the living room merged in with the kitchen/diner. Light beamed in through the gaps of the curtains and illuminated the room. I had been making breakfast for the wife ready for her long day at the Hospital. Accompanied by the golden sun-kissed apartment was the lovely smell of bacon and scrambled eggs, I was sat with our son reading a book on the couch. Cuddled up. Hoping she would join us before work, but just as she did - The door bell rang. Sods Law. 

With that we said our goodbyes and I kissed her and pulled her in so tightly before she left, and our son came over and cuddled into our legs (A lot like her bulldog tries to do in real life) For some reason I didn’t know the boys name - I mean all my dreams are silent but somehow everything is still communicated - almost like telepathy. But he was probably 8 years old, dirty blonde hair and his mothers blue eyes. He was so handsome.

I think he was supposed to go to school that day but before Kristina left - I told her I thought he was ready. She agreed and told us she would meet us there. So I took the boy and we left. I wasn’t taking him to school, I took him to this place in a meadow that only me and Kristina knew of. And before he knew it his mind opened up to a whole new world. A Magical one, and flying around us were Dragons and Faeries. It was like nothing he’d ever seen before, but we were so in tune with this dimension we were able to go all the time before he was born. The Dragons were like our extended family and only answered to us. We would train them, feed them, fly them. After we had settled in exploring this new world, Kristina came through the portal and joined us. 

I looked at her and saw her face light up when she saw how happy we both were. And It was like no feeling I could ever describe, but it was better than perfection. I felt so content and so complete. We continued to play with all the Magical things in the kingdom, our trusty dragon flew us up so high that we had an Aeriel view of our own incredible world. I remember we leaped off the Dragon back and on to a cloud and sat in what felt like Neverland for hours. Watching over our very own Kingdom. 

Never wanting to leave that moment. 

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When i was a child

There was this reoccurring dream that kept making its way into my mind. My dad was a builder/carpenter and used to always let me build things, from such a young age. He even let me use most of his power tools - He had great parenting skills as I'm sure you can imagine. So quite a few times when i would lay my head to rest, i would dream of this yellow Go-kart. But not just any old go-kart. This one had just a drivers seat for me up front and in the rear it was like a little minibus! I took peddles from a bicycle and used those with a mechanism to the wheels, which i took from a few dolly prams i had at the time. So i could power my magical Go-Kart. Then i also took a break lever from a Go-kart i owned as a kid, to ensure safety when approaching a dangerous environment of course. The rest i built all from wood using my bare hands. And some power tools here and there. I remember the whole process. Even today. Now I'm in my 20s its a Dream that always stuck with me. So anyway, i rolled my kart out of the garage with a big tin of yellow paint. Im not sure why yellow was the chosen colour but maybe theres more to it i haven't yet figured out. I remember painting it, letting it dry, giving it a second coat. Once that had dried i obviously glossed it to protect the wood. I mean who would think to do all that at the age of about 8? Me. Like the proud owner i was, i hoped into my Kart and one by one i peddled my hardest around the cul-de-sac picking up all of my friends along the way. And giving them a lift around the block. Im not sure why i felt it was my duty to spare their poor legs from the two minute walk around the block. But one by one, i collected each of them. First on the list was Becky. She only lived one door away so she was obviously going to be the first stop. Then I would back track towards my house and collect scott, around the corner jess would be waiting for her lift, as the road went on little Daniel came out to play. Then my Go-kart was at full capacity. So I would drop them all off at the very back of Kennet Gardens to make room for the Triplets. Faye, Tiffany and Charlotte. I guess I felt it my duty to look after most of the other kids. I wasn't the oldest, the Triplets beat me to that but i was always probably the most motherly one of all. Maybe i was just looking for some mothering myself.

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The catcher of dreams

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This one was a while back, but i still remember it like it was yesterday...

There was a Glorious Cathedral made from solid Gold. It sat on an island in the middle of a raging sea because it was so valuable. I guess they didn't want any one to break in...or escape for that matter. A lot like Alcatraz. Within this Temple of Gold, there i lay. An Ancient Queen of England Enclosed in a Tomb worth more than Buckingham Palace. En caged by glass and surrounded by red rope.

By day - boats would take trips out to the island and we would be on display for tourists to see us, we had become a museum. But by night something magical would happen, all of the great Kings and Queens who remained in the Cathedral would come to life as soon as dusk was upon us. unseen by the human eye. But bound by a curse that no one could leave the building, Never able to see the beauty of daylight again. We were a lot like the ancient Greeks, We all had our own powers and abilities - In fact some of us were the Ancient Greek Gods.

There was Poseidon, god of the sea, who lived among us. I was one of his particular favorites because of my Abilities. I was probably his dream Queen. But then again who wouldn't love an English Queen who the Spanish Queen, Isabella was so jealous of, that she would try to Stone me night after night.  

Until tonight, enough was enough. Dusk was upon us, as i climbed out of my tomb; she awaited me. Throwing her hand around my neck and launching me 60 feet into the air ready to hang me from the ceiling. The audience were roaring. There's nothing more Royalty love that a good bit of drama. I know why she hated me. Because Poseidon was in love with me and she wanted him all to herself. Not only that I had the best power of all, I was the only one who was not bound within the four walls of the Cathedral, I could leave any any moment. And on top of that I could breathe underwater, this was why Poseidon felt at one with me. 

But Isabella was not going to win this time, I hit her so hard we both started to spiral towards the ground. Poseidon trying to be a hero, leaps up to catch me before I plummet into the Marble & Gold floors. Like a Guilty Suspect i fled the scene, finally testing my ability to escape. Just as i dived into the Sea, the cold water hitting my face. I woke. 

I'm unsure as to what this dream was trying to tell me, maybe i was feeling a little too insecure and it was trying to show me my worth and my determination to fight regardless of whatever is happening. Or maybe that you should never trust evil Spanish Queens...

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She Waved.

She had come to England, to live. She had moved into a house in London with her Mum and two brothers. I had pretty much moved in with them just to be with her, although I lived a few hours away. Things were going great, I remember feeling so unbelievably happy. Like I was in the right place at the right time and for once I was genuinely enjoying life. Nothing could ruin the high that I was on. I didn't care I had to commute a few hours to work every day, I was with her and that was all I could possibly ask for. Until suddenly there was an unspoken hate looming in the air, she told me to leave. She didn't want me any more and was throwing me out like a piece of garbage. She didn't say much - she didn't have to really, I could tell everything by her body language because I knew her so well. I remember it being late at night, and so I started packing all of my stuff to leave and said I would get the bus home in the morning. That night we slept in different rooms, her mum and brothers had stopped speaking to me too. I don't know what I had done but I sure know it must have been bad. I couldn't let her see me cry so i contained those tears with everything I had, and just when I finally got to sleep, I heard a creek by the open door and my body jumped to an upright position in bed, I could see her standing there through the crack of the door. I called her out. She told me that she had heard me whimpering in my sleep and it was time for me to leave, she couldn't deal with me being there anymore. I grabbed my bin liner full of belongings, my eyes glazed over by tears that I could barely see where i was walking, but I didn't let a tear fall while she was watching. I didn't want her to see me lose composure. She would think I was a baby. I left the house walking a short distance into town to my nearest bus stop, I could feel her walking behind me. I forgot she was meeting with one of our friends Savannah to get Coffee in town. They both followed a short distance behind me not saying a word, as we got into town I could see them in the reflection of a glass window splitting off in a different direction. I stopped for a second, and watched her walk away into a crowd of people. The last time I would ever see her. Walking away. The most crushing part was when she glanced back over her shoulder and gave a wave. As if to say that it was forever. And that was it. Goodbye. I caved into the floor, there was no way I was going to be able to hold those tears back. I was broken.  I woke up and I suddenly felt over whelmed with emotion. I felt as though a truck had crushed my chest. My heart was racing out of control. Then I glanced at my phone saw her face grinning at me, and realized I had just awaken from what seemed like the end of life as i knew it.  I hope she never leaves...

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On here i will post all the adventures that happen during the times when my body is at a higher vibrational frequency visiting different planes of the universe. Before being rudely awaken by the change in blood pressure as i return to our spiritual realm. Basically its a blog about my dreams...