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."

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.

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.