Last night I dreamt of a familiar place, one I have dreamt of before. This house is in the woods, I don't know which one, and the house is always slightly different but always has the same feeling.
Now I am not sure whether it is normal, that I have a feeling about somewhere that I have never physically been. But I am aware that the house feels like freedom, like home 'only like no home I have even known'.
This house is surrounded by woods and it is a place that I have found safety. I often walk around the grounds and surrounding woodland, bare foot wearing a long flowing dress, the gentle breeze blowing through my long hair.
Wednesday, 6 June 2007
Saturday, 19 May 2007
Runaway
I dreamt of running again last night, only this time I was clearly running away from my life.
I was meant to be having tea and cake with an old female friend to talk about a business idea, when all of a sudden, her husband and all my family turned up. The meeting was wrecked and any chance of doing business ruined by my family. So I walked out of the room with my mum following me saying sorry the to was ruined but she know it was for the best as she know that I would not cope with the meeting on my own.
I carried on walking and never looked back. Though garden after garden I went, till I was running for all my life. I carried on past shops and streets I have never known. After many hours a storm started and heavy rain started to fall. I found shelter under a porch way of a dark house. I soon started to hear the voices of the household stirring inside and coming towards the door. I ran through the garden to hide behind a shed, but it was to late one of them had seen me and followed me out into the rain. Both dripping wet I realised that I had once known this blonde man before me.
We went inside the house and he explained that the house was owned by someone who understood runaways, in fact everyone that lived in the house were runaways and that I could stay there as long as I wished.
I was meant to be having tea and cake with an old female friend to talk about a business idea, when all of a sudden, her husband and all my family turned up. The meeting was wrecked and any chance of doing business ruined by my family. So I walked out of the room with my mum following me saying sorry the to was ruined but she know it was for the best as she know that I would not cope with the meeting on my own.
I carried on walking and never looked back. Though garden after garden I went, till I was running for all my life. I carried on past shops and streets I have never known. After many hours a storm started and heavy rain started to fall. I found shelter under a porch way of a dark house. I soon started to hear the voices of the household stirring inside and coming towards the door. I ran through the garden to hide behind a shed, but it was to late one of them had seen me and followed me out into the rain. Both dripping wet I realised that I had once known this blonde man before me.
We went inside the house and he explained that the house was owned by someone who understood runaways, in fact everyone that lived in the house were runaways and that I could stay there as long as I wished.
Friday, 16 February 2007
Dream I had last Sunday
Being in an office with Nick, a load of people I don't know and a naked fat man.
Nick and I are talking about the size of the naked man's ankles compared to his weight.
"I'm surprised they haven't snapped" Oh what a bitch I am in my dreams.
"It does show that he should be a thin person, you know they say the thickness of your ankles is in proportion to the weight and size you should be."
"I thought that was your wrists."
We then start comparing the thickness of our own wrists be seeing if our middle finger touches our thumb when we clasp our wrists in the palm of our hands compared to if we clasp each others wrists.
"Your wrists are only just thinner that mine Nick."
"That means your fat."
"Thanks."
Nick and I are talking about the size of the naked man's ankles compared to his weight.
"I'm surprised they haven't snapped" Oh what a bitch I am in my dreams.
"It does show that he should be a thin person, you know they say the thickness of your ankles is in proportion to the weight and size you should be."
"I thought that was your wrists."
We then start comparing the thickness of our own wrists be seeing if our middle finger touches our thumb when we clasp our wrists in the palm of our hands compared to if we clasp each others wrists.
"Your wrists are only just thinner that mine Nick."
"That means your fat."
"Thanks."
Dream I had on Monday
I was in a meeting room on the first floor with a group of people I knew but never met. We were walking down stairs with some other people, the stairs were big decorative stairs with red carpet and solid mahogany banister. As we got to the bottom I pulled one of the guys to one side.
'You have to help me cover for your sister, she has gone out and she should have been back by now but she isn't'
We go into a big hall full of people, drinking and smoking, a young man who seems to know me takes out a cigarette, lights it and gives it to me, his friend does the same, so I now have a glass of white wine in one hand and two smoldering cigarettes in the other. I spot one of the guys from work and give him one of the cigarettes which he starts to smoke (Which is odd, as I know he does not smoke)
I continue to walk through the crowd as I finish smoking the cigarette and down the wine, the guy from early (on the stairs) takes my arm and whispers in my ear, we move into another smaller room, much like a country kitchen and walk over to the window.
'We are covered'
In through the back door walks my friend and the guy's sister. She smiles at me knowingly, we hug and I whisper to her.
'Get your excuses ready your brother tells me that they are asking after you.'
We are soon walking behind a mass of people through a stone stepped door. The woman in front trips and smashes her head against the stone step. I fall beside her and take her in my arms. We carry her to the front garden.
The blood travels across her face, her right eye is blood shot but as she lays in my arms, me crying as others running around calling an ambulance, the blood behind her right eye turns the eye red, soon the blood starts to fill her left eye. Both eyes are now weeping blood. I woke up crying.
'You have to help me cover for your sister, she has gone out and she should have been back by now but she isn't'
We go into a big hall full of people, drinking and smoking, a young man who seems to know me takes out a cigarette, lights it and gives it to me, his friend does the same, so I now have a glass of white wine in one hand and two smoldering cigarettes in the other. I spot one of the guys from work and give him one of the cigarettes which he starts to smoke (Which is odd, as I know he does not smoke)
I continue to walk through the crowd as I finish smoking the cigarette and down the wine, the guy from early (on the stairs) takes my arm and whispers in my ear, we move into another smaller room, much like a country kitchen and walk over to the window.
'We are covered'
In through the back door walks my friend and the guy's sister. She smiles at me knowingly, we hug and I whisper to her.
'Get your excuses ready your brother tells me that they are asking after you.'
We are soon walking behind a mass of people through a stone stepped door. The woman in front trips and smashes her head against the stone step. I fall beside her and take her in my arms. We carry her to the front garden.
The blood travels across her face, her right eye is blood shot but as she lays in my arms, me crying as others running around calling an ambulance, the blood behind her right eye turns the eye red, soon the blood starts to fill her left eye. Both eyes are now weeping blood. I woke up crying.
Monday, 5 February 2007
Crying
I woke myself up crying again the other night, and I am finding it difficult to remember just what it was I was dreaming of, I am not even sure that it was sad.
Tuesday, 30 January 2007
last Saturday
Last Saturday I dreamt that I was in a writing classes with Nick, Mavis, Beryl and Mike we were sat around desks in a super market. And we were discussing the merits of different ways of writing, now I can understand discussing these things with Mike and Nick but not Mavis and Beryl.
This is the second time of late that I have dreamt of a supermarket, last time I was shopping with some family members that were getting on my nerves, my brother had gone of to the staff canteen, odd as he is a nurse. I dumped into Dan and old friend I worked with at a bank. My male friend (who is a friend of Dan's as well) was in drag we both knew that it was not the first time he had been out in drag. Dan said that it was not right,
'You mean him wearing women's clothes'
'No the fact he looks so good in them'
'He has got nice legs'
A man outside concerned that his Yorkshire terrier would be killed under the dangerous dog act.
This is the second time of late that I have dreamt of a supermarket, last time I was shopping with some family members that were getting on my nerves, my brother had gone of to the staff canteen, odd as he is a nurse. I dumped into Dan and old friend I worked with at a bank. My male friend (who is a friend of Dan's as well) was in drag we both knew that it was not the first time he had been out in drag. Dan said that it was not right,
'You mean him wearing women's clothes'
'No the fact he looks so good in them'
'He has got nice legs'
A man outside concerned that his Yorkshire terrier would be killed under the dangerous dog act.
Friday, 19 January 2007
Multi Dreams last night
House
Mum is hovering the hall way, dad is dusting in a house that I have never been.
"I'm going to go and get packed." (Maybe I have been on Holiday)
I am then in a bedroom with my wardrobe from my real house but it is not my bedroom. I am also aware that the bedroom is not in the house were my parents were. I am putting an empty suitcase onto a double bed and start packing it with clothes that are not my own. I go over to a white desk in the far corner of the room, I stroke an old cream and white arm typewriter that sits diagonally in the corner of the desk.
"Old faithful."
Harbour
Standing on the edge of a high building at sun set. The sky is an array of purples and pinks. I stand watching the sailing boats in the harbour on this beautiful horizon, with a glass of whiskey in my left hand, I'm contemplating life.
I have a feeling of sadness of loss. I stand transfixed by the horizon never looking down to the pavement below, not from fear (Although in reality I do not like highs) just because apart of my is wishing I were on one of the sailing boats sailing towards the sun, its setting forever before me.
Glass
I am standing around with what seems like a very spotty young man. I feel that is part of my job to look after him. All of a sudden I am standing in a glass porch door way, he is standing very close, I know in my heart that we have a secret. He leans in to whisper in my ear, his lips brushing the vertical bone of my ear as he does, I pull back, almost a recoil. He is no longer a spotty young man, he was matured into a handsome man with messy blonde hair, blue eyes and looks very smart in his suit jacket, jeans and black wool trench coat. As I catch the gaze in his eyes his lips meet mine.
As I surrender to his kiss, Keith the courier walks passed and tells us that we should be going as the kids are on there way out of class. I realise that we are stood in a white and pale blue school corridor. We run for the stair well, he makes it, I'm not so lucky as I get caught up in a horde of children. I am carrying panes of window glass all about 5 inch square. I also have a lot of cassette tapes and posters. All the school girls are asking me for some.
Cat
I am a female tortoise cat, bouncing through a open field, running in the long grass, feeling the wind in my fur. I spot a butterfly and start starling it, But it flies away every time I go to pounce on it. Conclusion I must practise my feline hunting skills.
Mum is hovering the hall way, dad is dusting in a house that I have never been.
"I'm going to go and get packed." (Maybe I have been on Holiday)
I am then in a bedroom with my wardrobe from my real house but it is not my bedroom. I am also aware that the bedroom is not in the house were my parents were. I am putting an empty suitcase onto a double bed and start packing it with clothes that are not my own. I go over to a white desk in the far corner of the room, I stroke an old cream and white arm typewriter that sits diagonally in the corner of the desk.
"Old faithful."
Harbour
Standing on the edge of a high building at sun set. The sky is an array of purples and pinks. I stand watching the sailing boats in the harbour on this beautiful horizon, with a glass of whiskey in my left hand, I'm contemplating life.
I have a feeling of sadness of loss. I stand transfixed by the horizon never looking down to the pavement below, not from fear (Although in reality I do not like highs) just because apart of my is wishing I were on one of the sailing boats sailing towards the sun, its setting forever before me.
Glass
I am standing around with what seems like a very spotty young man. I feel that is part of my job to look after him. All of a sudden I am standing in a glass porch door way, he is standing very close, I know in my heart that we have a secret. He leans in to whisper in my ear, his lips brushing the vertical bone of my ear as he does, I pull back, almost a recoil. He is no longer a spotty young man, he was matured into a handsome man with messy blonde hair, blue eyes and looks very smart in his suit jacket, jeans and black wool trench coat. As I catch the gaze in his eyes his lips meet mine.
As I surrender to his kiss, Keith the courier walks passed and tells us that we should be going as the kids are on there way out of class. I realise that we are stood in a white and pale blue school corridor. We run for the stair well, he makes it, I'm not so lucky as I get caught up in a horde of children. I am carrying panes of window glass all about 5 inch square. I also have a lot of cassette tapes and posters. All the school girls are asking me for some.
Cat
I am a female tortoise cat, bouncing through a open field, running in the long grass, feeling the wind in my fur. I spot a butterfly and start starling it, But it flies away every time I go to pounce on it. Conclusion I must practise my feline hunting skills.
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