Dream: I am sitting in a grassy open area on a hilltop with two friends. We are watching the flying unicorns. It is a blue sky with only a few white puffs of clouds. There are three unicorns. They prance around in straight lines like they are on the ground (someone points this out). Sometimes they have small white parachutes on and they float up and down. They come nearer to us and then go far away. I focus inward and really hope that they come close. The unicorns come back and land on the Earth–much to my surprise and delight! They sit and talk with us. Part of the reason that they have come down to Earth is because one of them has cancer.
We are all sitting around in a circle. The unicorn with cancer is lying on my left. I cover her up with a pink blanket, even though she says she is okay. Still, when the blanket is on her she looks more comfortable. We talk for a while very comfortably. Then we have dreams where the unicorns come and visit. In mine they tell me that I am having trouble cleansing at night because I am eating snacks too late. We wake up on the hill and we all say how we dreamt of the unicorns. I ask them what their dreams were to see if they were different or the same. One of my friends explains that in his there were chickens. Ah! So the unicorns had a special message for each of us.
I am in a car in the passenger seat. I have been given a present by one of the unicorns. I unwrap it. It looks like an orange/red plastic toy gun. The tip of the gun is missing (in a sawed off kind of way). The instructions are to put a dog nail (paw nail) into the slot. I have five nails on the ground at my feet–these are complete nails that almost look like there is a little bit of paw attached. I think the biggest one will be the best so I try that first. It ends up that the second to smallest is the one that fits.
I point the gun ahead of me and it supports me, protects me and makes me go faster where I want to go.
I sit on my blue asan, and point the gun forward. I speed past many things. Then I slow down and I can’t get it to go faster. I look and see a team of police officers coming my way. I realize if I had still been speeding I would have been caught by the police officers. Once I get past them I am able to go fast again.
I don’t have the gun anymore, and I don’t see where I left it. I find that I am now able to direct things with my hands. I don’t know where I am going, but my hands allow me to get there fast and easily. I finally stop inside a building, right outside a darkroom and printmaking studio. It is very run down and I don’t have my supplies with me but I am going in and going to get to work–I miss it so much. There is a man there–in his thirties with long curly brown hair. He manages the studio. There are three used iPods hanging on the wall. He doesn’t really look at me, but he picks one and offers it to me to use while I work. Just what I needed.
I am talking to someone. I am in different clothes–dressed nicer, in some pink sweater. It must be different day, but still at the studio. I tell them I used to do printmaking and photography for the beauty of it, but now it is different.
Wake: Now it’s about telling a story/sharing an experience. Before the images needed to look totally complete individually, now they should look incomplete without their companion images, stories, and sound.
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sorry. unicorns don’t appear on earth,beacause it is a general rule that they won’t be allowed to have any chance a human see a live one. Bye. 😐
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love it
thts just a painted pony with a wig
Angel and dsxhjdhf are clearly not smart enough to understand the meaning of the word DREAM! Damn, I hate stupid people!!
is it real?
I think you could have seen spirit of unicorn appear but cancer – I doubt and the dream would never come from as pure a form as unicorn, with a gun image or nails of a dog- ridiculous, were you taking some medication?
Ah-mazing picture of the unicorn i love them
This is not real, but this story is very creative. You should be an author of children’s books.
totally agree I love unicorns! i have a pet one named Jimmy ;0 Visit my blog and read the post on UNICORNS R REAL!!!!!!!! just type in my blog title on the top web searcher it wont come up on goolge or bing.