It began when I came home (from somewhere).

The rooms in my house were larger than usual. I went through to my bedroom not noticing anything out of the ordinary. I walked into my bedroom and what began as a run of a mill bedroom for me evolved into a burgle bedroom. At some point I realised one of my jewellery boxes had been stolen and as I found this, my bedroom slowly began to evolve from a nice tidy room to a burgled room with everything tipped out everywhere. I knew I had to call the police.

I looked for my second jewellery box. I couldn't find it, so thought it too had been taken. Then I saw it, with a few of it's drawers out. I knew the burglar had been through it. I had a peek into the drawers without touching it (couldn't leave prints - the police needed to dust it) and saw that a lot of my jewellery was still there, but a few rings and things were missing.

I looked around the room a bit more (just looked, not moving) and saw that the security screen on my bedroom door (I have a sliding door to my bedroom with a screen door as well) was all torn and wrenched... That was the entry point... But it was also closed... Weird.

I went to the carport of my house and a female police officer was giving a group of children a tour. Weird. I told her straight away what had happened, and she abandoned the children and came to my bedroom. She began to write notes and look around.

I looked around my bedroom some more (moving this time). It was an absolute burgled tip. There was writing on the walls in places. Writing in different colours - in pencil and felt pen. Derogatory words about somebody. But I don't know who. The graffiti is around the wall near my door, but not behind my door or on any other wall. Writing by both a man and a woman... I began to think 2 people did this.

I voice my concern to the policewoman about my missing jewellery box. I tell her that I have rings in there that are very valuable. I tell her that my jewellery is worth (not telling! LOL) thousand dollars. I explain that I have some pieces that are individually valued at (not telling this either!) thousand dollars.

And my insurance has just run out!! I have a moment of panic about no insurance, but it passes.

I have to ring my jeweller. He works in a pawn shop. I want to let him know that my jewellery is missing and to keep an eye out for it if someone tries to pawn it... He knows what my jewellery looks like - he made most of it.

I am worried about who burgled my house. I look out my door. My neighbours over the road are moving house. She's a known thief. I tell the policewoman she's known to the police and tell her they are moving house.

I have a safe... At first I thought the safe was stolen. I find it and open it, it's a hole in the wall. Weird. I look and it's the opening of a tissue box. I pull lining off the wall and reach in... I pull out a tissue box. That's not my safe!

I look again - I find I moved my safe to get to the wall. Weird. I can't recall the code to the safe. I try anything and it opens... It opens with any code. Weird. I reach inside - it's empty... Nothing is in there. No empty jewellery boxes and no jewellery valuations.

I tell the policewoman that the safe is empty. I tell her that the valuations of my jewellery are all stolen.

I find a loose valuation certificate near the remaining jewellery box. I pick it up. It is for a ring - but the ring is physical - not a photos. I pull the ring from the valuation certificate and look it over... It's a replica, so I throw it on the bed in disgust. A replica to show what the genuine ring looks like. Weird - it's meant to be a photo.

I look out my door again - to see if anything of mine is being packed by my neighbours... They are gone - the house is vacant.

I worry about why somebody needed my valuations when they stole my jewellery box.

I worry that my jewellery will be "properly" sold and not pawned at pawnbrokers. I worry that someone can prove genuine ownership by using the valuations.

I walk through my house trying to ring my jeweller, the policewoman comes, it all goes fuzzy and the dream changes to a completely different dream that I can't recall enough off to write about.

Thanks for sharing this Rainbow! I loved reading it. Dreams fascinate me.

Hey Rainbow
try a warm milk with a shot of brandy & Vanilla before you sleep and don’t worry about stuff in general. Try a little mediation before you go to sleep and clear your head.
For me that kinda keeps my dreams at bay so I wake up feeling a lot more refreshed & relaxed. How did you feel after waking from a dream like that..? Bit hyped up..? There are so many aspects I sense in your dream after reading it but the one thing that keeps coming up in my mind is anxiety.
Then again on the other hand if the jewellery is worth a fortune (lol I would be dreaming the same) get it secured in a bank so you can have peace of mind. Wow what a dream I love it. its everywhere LoL.

It's weird... At some point during the dream I acknowledge the fact that it is only a dream and not reality (I literally think it in my dream). Then at some point I acknowledge (within the dream) that I must remember the dream when I wake up in the morning.

If I am having a nightmare I usually wake up mid dream with tears streaming out of my eyes and completely devastated. This usually leads to a moment of fear about going back to sleep to return to that horrible nightmare, then a stern talking to about the fact that the dream will change and to stop being a goose and go back to sleep.

But I have also had hilarious dreams in the past.

I once had this dream that I was running from a dragon. In this dream, I knew that the only way to get away from it was to flap my arms and fly (I know, dragons can fly too!!)... So I began to flap and was rising off the ground in my dream... But I woke up and was flapping my arms in my sleep!! I actually laughed when I realised what I was doing.

I also often acknowledge that I am dreaming in my dream. I also make a point within the dream to remember the dream when I wake.

I sometimes even dream that I am dreaming and wake up in the dream and tell the dream to my husband in the dream!

I do LOVE dreams whatever they may be. I always learn something from them so I value them.

Flapping arms...cute. Reminds me of watching my doggy sleep and she makes tiny woofs and her feet move as is she is running.

Oh yeah, that arm flapping dream was a classic.

It was the only dream I've ever had where I've participated physically in my dream.

Ahh! I used to be a kicker and a puncher in my sleep... apparently.

And I know when I come out from under anaesthesia... I go "right for the throat" of whoever is hovering near me. I've done this twice in my adult life (poor recovery room nurses) and then as a toddler when I had my tonsils out.

Oh yep, I am still a kicker!!

Never been a puncher, but have been on the receiving end of a good right elbow before.

Oooh, you attack coming out of anaesthesia? Wow, how vulnerable was your subconscious feeling!!!

Maybe it is coming back into cruel consciousness! I love that unconscious feeling.

Hmm, but that would lead to a question... Did you consider the conscious world to be cruel at that time?

I keep dreaming of those bloody marshmallows & in the mornings I wake up and there are feathers everywhere… ~ ~ ~ ~~ ```~ ~``~

I don't know if I consciously considered it cruel at 3 years...but, yeah probably. I have always thought the world was a harsh place. Still do. But I feel it is like this to make us stronger.

I find dreams fascinating, and the ones listed are no exception! I used to have reoccuring nightmares about The Undead, which, admittedly, along with spiritual activity under the age of ten, ruined my confidence of the dark.

I remember one dream, after my close friend Jack had died,what I had found my pet dog (I actually did once have a pet dog called Jack, ironically) had gone missing. Son, I went on a search for him. I soon found the human Jack, my friend, as if I'd been searching for him all along. His skin was a healthier colour then it had been in life, and he had his amputated leg back, and he looked generally very healthy and happy! And, had a girlfriend, too, which he never ever had in his forteen years of being alive. He seemed so happy, that I felt guilty to ask him to come back with me, and thought to myself, "I guess you're not coming back after all.." And, then I woke up.

I think the dream was reossurance(Maybe from Jack himself!) That he was fine now. He was no longer suffering, and he was happy, and comfortable, and so on. Admittedly, it was nice to see him one last time, even if it was only in a dream.

Wow, I really love that dream, OMJ. I know Jack was an excellent friend to you. Thanks for sharing it. I think that when you dream so vividly of a loved one that has died, it is a true experience with that person. I think he probably was reassuring you. I had several realistic, reassuring dreams of my mom after she died. Here is one I had on her birthday 08 Feb 08):

I dreamed that I was spending a lovely full day with my mom. We went somewhere to eat and we saw a group of people that knew her. They looked shocked because they knew she had died. I told them I was being granted one last day with Mom to enjoy and appreciate the time with her.

I also think it is interesting the pet dog name connection with Jack. As to me, dog spirits are akin to people spirits. They are very connected.

I also believe that the dead visit those who they were close with, to reassure them, ect. My father had a very interesting one when my granddad died.

Thats a lovely dream. I love how you had a forth-person sense of view! Like you knew you were in a dream. I've had dreams akin to that, on the forth-person sense of view kinda way. Even ones where I've shouted "Wake up!" at myself in my dream!

And, its rather ironic. We really DID have a dog called Jack, but, he kept biting me, so we had to give him away to the police to become a sniffer-dog.

Can you share the dream your father had?

Wow, you've yelled "Wake up!" to yourself in your dream! Cool.

My quirkiest is probably that I have dreamed that I dreamed. This has happened a number of times. Usually these dreams are deeply meaningful and are usually about my gods/higher selves. It is like I have to travel to the layer within the layer to retrieve knowledge for my consciousness.

In one such dream, I was dreaming that I was dreaming, and as I woke up from the dream within the dream, my husband said, "In your sleep you were repeating over and over, 'It is Cynthia, It is Cynthia, It is Cynthia'". And that triggered my memory that I did say this as I wanted to remember that Cynthia (the Greek Moon Goddess) is the mother and my ultimate highest form.

Then I awoke from that dream! Deep, eh?

Ooo, interesting about your dog Jack. Maybe his calling was to be a sniffer dog so he had to bite you to get you to give him up.

Ooh, very deep dream..

Well, I can't recall his dream exactly, but, I'll give it a go.

My dad was in the house he has now, and was outside, when a bush started rustling. Looking over, he saw his Dad(My granddad), standing by it. "You can't touch it, so, you've got to use your mind to move it." My granddad said, before going through the front door. Dad followed him, and they were suddenly in the house he'd grown up in! He ended up a few more places through various doors, as if checking over everything -- making sure everything was alright before he left -- though I can't remember what places he went. Then, he went through a final door, and slammed it shut, the door slamming waking both dad, and my nan, who were in the same house, at the same time!

Wow! I love it. And good retelling of it, OMJ. It is a dream full of literal and symbolic things. Like the final symbolic closing of the door on his life, and yet literally in physical reality the sound of this door woke both your Dad and your Nan.

I love experiences like that. I always marvel when others are kind enough to share them.

Nice use of the new graemlin, too!