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.

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.

That Guy again

I dreamt about that guy again last night. We were making decorations out of glass bottles on a sort of changing room style event only in an office. Multi coloured glass was hanging from all the light fittings. We were painting broad green, pink, purple and electric blue paint strokes across the office walls.

The eye of the storm

Not sure whether it has anything to do with the bad weather we have been having of late. But I dreamt last night that I was caught in a storm. A bit like the film 'Twister'. Only I was alone on the road and I got sucked up into the eye of the storm.

Water

Just lately I have been having a lot of dreams about water. From water falls to vast rivers and lakes. However they never seem to be the same piece of water. I know that water flows so there is never the same piece of water in the same place two seconds running. But these are different expanses of water. And I am not swimming or watching, it is almost as if I am part of the water. It is me that is falling from the cliff. Not like the dream that you are falling from a great height and feel yourself land with a bump. No this is a nice dream, I am flowing, glistening in the sun, hugging stones and rocks as I pass, the sun warms me. I feel liberated and free from restraint. I am a river stroking the banks as I pass, like a child running a stick against white railing as it runs by.

Laughter Lines

I have been told that I do strange things in my sleep. On the occasion that I have talked in my sleep my words have been so that the person I am in the room with can not understand what I am saying. I do find myself laughing in my sleep and have even been known to wake myself up laughing.

Something I have not done in a long time is cry in my sleep, not because of any nightmare but just sadness.

Winter

I am on my way to work (but not to a work I know in reality) it has been really cold and snowy over night, I start skiing on the road, others are skating on the pavement. It is a long journey but an enjoyable one. I Cross the pavement and across a field and I am at work. On getting I find that I have neglected to bring a spare set of shoes and socks with me, so I have to wear my ski boots and wet socks all day.

Sleep Over

One of the nicest dreams I have ever had was of Sean Astin sleep over at my parents house ( I have not lived with my parents for 7 years.) I was going to bed (My bedroom used to have two single beds in it, before I and a single and a double) in one of the single beds, I put the light on the dimmer so it was on low, I saw that the other bed was occupied. On further inspection I discover that Sean Astin is asleep in the other bed. Being too tired to find out why, I go to sleep only to be woken about an hour later by Sean as he was trying to make a drink and could not get the kettle to work. So I borrow my brothers dressing gown and Sean is wearing mine. We go down stairs and fix the kettle, Sean starts to make a drink as if he has lived there for years. I go to sit in the lounge to find half of my mothers neighbours have popped in for a cuppa tea. After a couple of hours everyone goes home and Sean tells me to go to bed while he does the pots.

Nessie

One of the weirdest dreams that I have ever had was that of a purple baby Nessie (Loch Ness Monster.) my son (That I do not have) had gone away for a few days. Leaving me to look after his talking baby Nessie. Only the thing just played dead and would not talk to me, Because it missed my son. I kept pleading with it, I even tried bribing it to talk, but it said that it would not do anything til my son returned.

Burglar

Another dream I have dreamt many times, in many different ways. Is the one where you find that a burglar is in the process of burgling your house.

The one I had the other week was the funniest yet as in the dream, I walked up towards my house to see from a distance that the front door was wide open and there was a strange car parked in front of the house. So putting two and two together, I cut the fuel to the car so that it leaked inside the car and lay in wait outside a little way down the road from my house for the burglar to come out and get into the car. As he pulled away and was about to pass me I throw a lit petrol bomb through the open front window of the car, then calmly walked into the house to call the police only to find the some idiot had painted my hall way orange and my parents were in my house.

"Did you see the interior decorator, he just left."

So the 'burglar' had actually been a interior decorator, still he did paint my hall way orange, so I guess he may have deserved blowing up.

Houses

As a house owner, I like to keep an eye on house prices in the area, so I am going to blame this lot of dreams on that. As I do seen to have an awful lot of dreams of houses to which I have never been, sometimes however there is a feeling that they are familiar.

There is a common theme that seems to run through them, that of a new discovery. Finding rooms within rooms, finding rooms that have been hidden.

I used to have a recurring dream were I was running through the house (which I have never known) where I live, I am running away from something but I do not know what, it feels much like the grizzly bear dream I had as a child, that of foreboding fear. This dream has two versions. One where I end up in an underground room, like a wartime bomb shelter only with windows at the top so that you can see the people walking past outside, the room has white washed walls and is fitted like a kitchen, I am not alone, I am suddenly with 15-20 people all talking in different tongues. The other version, I run through a door into what looks like a junk room with a wall of window over looking a forest of bear trees. I turn to walk back through the door to find there is no door. I can heard the approaching footsteps and shouting of a large group of angry people. My only hope of escape is to smash one of the windows and run for it. But the air outside the room feels thick, I am running with all I have, my chest is tightening, the ground under my feet is slippy and covered in fallen branches, the group after me are getting closer, I am struggling to breathe, I hear a loud thud behind me and I wake up.


Another dream I have had more than once, (the dream is different but the house and people are always the same) It is a three storey house. I enter the house via the front door and he shows me the kitchen, Sitting room and games room which seem to be on the ground floor and the front of the house but on the first floor at the back of the house, he points out other rooms as we pass. He has redecorated this floor and it is beautiful, full of rich dark reds, browns and greens. He leads me up the stairs that are in the middle of the house, pointing out the ornate banister as if I would miss it. He has re plastered all the walls and painted all the doors white on this floor, So many doors. Four bedrooms, play room, two bathrooms. We then go back down two sets of stairs to what should be the basement but it is the back of the house, the stairs come out in a hall way with telephone table, back door and hat stand, a door to the left lead to a sitting room and library. Continuing left the hall way leads to a lounge with lime green walls, dark green leather sofas and a wrought iron partitioning leading to a open plan chocolate brown TV room with bedroom leading off. This is where we end up sitting, 10 foot from the back door.


A dream I had just the other week was of a different house, which I was being shown round by a very funny and eccentric young man, While he was showing my partner the kitchen I wandered off to explore the house. I found a room with dark green carpets and a grand piano one end, the other end was full of cupboards of musical instruments and four lines of solid wood music stands, guitar stands. Everything was painted in an off white, finished off with thin lines of electric blue around the edges. I also found the most beautiful bedroom I have ever seen, I walked into the room to find that the super king size water bed was on a platform three steps above the floor which was a deep caramel coloured shag pile, the walls were painted coffee and cream, which matched the bed spread. On top of which was a chocolate brown chenille throw which matched the floor length curtains that hung over the patio door that opened on to a decked area that over look a wonderful garden that looked like a mix of the secret garden and some elvish paradise.