Good point Tom. I don't think I have ever successfully deciphered a dream. So yes...wake up and move on

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One of my most recurring dreams is walking through a city like Manchester trying to find the train station to go home. I haven't been on a train in the last twenty years though.

Strange. Before my daughter turned 5 years of age, she is 21 now, many nights I would dream she was lost and I had to find her. The dreams felt like they went for hours and I would wake up relieved it was just another repitative dream.
I never found her either.

I think most parents must have anxiety dreams about their young children.

My dreamscape does seem to have slowly mutating islands of stability. The train dreams are a progression from similar dreams of trying to get home by bus .

Woke Sunday morning and told my GF about the dream and she was laughing to tears.

In my dream,
I was playing an arcade game on a machine in a diner.
I had a bunch of free games lined up.
The owner of the diner came and pulled me away, leading me out back to an out-building.
He needed me to milk the cow.
There was a tray of folding money in front of the cow and a bucket of coins at the other end.
The cow was eating the paper money and pooping out coins.
The bucket under her udders was already nearly full of milk
yet the owner still wanted me to milk the cow.
I didn't want to milk the cow!
I woke before I milked the cow.

I came out to the kitchen and told her about my dream and she burst out laughing. I told her I had some weird dreams. She laughed harder. I started laughing too.

The dream stuck because I said it out loud while it was fresh in my mind.
Every part of my dream had elements of my memory.
I can recall the smell of the barn from my childhood.
I remember playing pacman at the NCO club in the military.
I remember the tray of folded money I saw in a movie and a bucket of coins I saw in an old cartoon.
The owner was the owner of the corner dairy market when I was growing up.
The out building was one I saw while snowmobiling during high school.
The cow was the our neighbor's cow that was constantly getting loose and ending up in our yard.

The dream was realistic in sight, sound, smell and intensity. I could hear silverware striking plates in the diner while I played the game. I felt the sweat in my hands while holding the controls of the arcade game. I selled the barn, the cow, the milk and the money.
I was aware of the breese outside, individual strands of straw and the scuff of my shoes.

Yesterday, my GF and I talked about my childhood on the farm. Details came very easy to me. She was captivated to learn about me in such detail.
When she left, she told me she had a wonderful weekend. So did I.