I don't remember my dreams very often, but when I do they seem very vivid and involved. The last one I remember seemed so interesting that I wrote down what I remember and am in the process of turning it into a short story!
I was in Paris standing in a queue for an ATM - a very long queue. There were four machines and 4 queues. In front of me was a young man with a back pack and hiking boots - his backpack pocket was open and his passport sticking out. I tapped him on the shoulder to tell him he was going to lose his passport and he turned round to look at me - he had incredibly bright green eyes. We got chatting in the queue and he said his name was Romano - a silly name his mother gave him as she was English but his father was Romanian. His parents had met and married in Paris.
We talked all day, walked, had coffee, then he left to get a train somewhere and I decided where to go. I lived in Paris part of the year (my mother had been French) and visited my father in London (he was English) and travelled round the world the rest of the time. I decided to take a train and when I went to the station I saw Romano in the distance get on a train. I ran and jumped on it just before it left the station. Then I woke up.
Where that all came from I don't know, but I dreamed it all in vivid detail and colour too and even remembered scraps of conversations when I woke up. Maybe that happened to me in a previous life or something, hahahahaha.
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Have you ever stitched something and then in the end been completely dissatisfied and disappointed with it?