30/10/06 Dream

I'm in a bar with H and her ex-hubby. It's one of those Old Orleans places with dark wood and expensive bar prices and lots of floorspace and not many people. I don't remember what we talked about or even if everyone was happy or sad. I just remember waking up and thinking "oooooooooooo".

I'm not sure what the dream meant but it must have been due to a) goading H on someone's blog the day before and b) visiting an Old Orleans on Sunday.

Literal dream. That's more like it.

Bison?

I'm walking along in a city with Tuffy P. We come upon a fenced off area, with split rail fence and pastureland inside. A lone bison is standing there, about 30 feet away. Tuffy walks ahead of me for some reason and the bison looks at me and charges, leaping the fence, and starts chasing me around cars and poles and other obstacles. It becomes obvious that the bison means me no harm, that this is a game. We make friends. Tuffy walks over and the bison is lying on the ground beside me and I'm scratching its neck. The bison speaks to me telepathically in a cartoon voice, and tells me he is bored to tears, he doesn't have a companion, and he misses Pierre Elliot Trudeau. I wake up.

I See Blog People

Last night's dream progressed as follows:

I had arrived at my Dad's house in South Africa on a visit to find that two blog pals - *(asterisk) and Red were already there waiting for me. This was bizarre and I said as much to them because they are Blog People. We don't know each other beyond what we read on blogger. ANYway... they said that they had come to help me out while I was visiting my dad because they thought it would be tough for me.

I decided to show them round. I took them to my dad's vegetable patch, which in reality is fenced in, but where the patch was, I saw a field filled with black and white two-tone lambs. I turned to them and said, "This isn't right. The fence is gone. This is a dream, isn't it?"

I looked back at the field and one lamb had been killed - neck ripped out - by a wild dog.

I told them we'd best go let my dad know that one of his lambs is dead.

We went indoors and the kitchen was massive. *(asterisk) asked for a cup of tea, and I told him he was more than welcome to help himself since that's the policy if we like our guests - they get get a free pass to the fridge. Red wandered into the pantry and said there was nothing there. I followed her and it was empty.

Just then my dad appeared at the kitchen door and I gave him a great big hug. I forgot all about the lamb and the empty pantry. Then I woke up.

work-related grudge dream

after months and months and months of not remembering my dreams, the first dream i remember is work-related and completely dumb. but there you go, that's what it's like being a neurotic workaholic.

months (MONTHS!) ago i did a cute little animated postcard, which was nixed by the senior directors of my company for being too provocative. in my dream, one of the senior directors find a very very similar postcard online, and comes to tell me about how some idiot organization out there is using the concept that we so cleverly avoided. it turns out the idiot organization is just another branch of our ngo, and that the postcard is very successful. i smile to myself and feel a warm glow of satisfaction.

dumb, dumb, dumb.

10/10/06 Nightmare

I awake breathing hard, from a dream where an unknown cat is trying to swallow my fingers. It chews down hard on my digits, cracking finger bones, blood pouring from puncture wounds. Truly horrible.

Stumbling downstairs, I am confronted by Hunter, waiting to be fed.

*shudder*

Sex me up big daddy!

Here it is ..
in my dream I'm laying in bed..and cute as hell!..( normally i aint all that..but this is a dream!)

and In walks Ron and he starts talking to me with a bad spanish accent..

Hello Ceentheeah..
i am here to geeeve you the ultimate pleasure , that only I.. the Fluffy, can geeeve.

are you ready for my manly luff?

And I woke up laughing..

Did i mention that he had on a thong..? yeah..red
yummy man meat dreams ..

Tattoo you

My dream last night involved my tattooist asking me to tattoo him.

Why he would ask me is a mystery.

He chose a very small design, about an inch high, and wanted it on his upper arm. He had no other tattoos visible, which of course is silly because he is, in reality, fully sleeved up.

However, before he would let me loose he needed to check something. You'd think he want to test my artistic ability first, wouldn't you? But no: he needed to check that there was no gunky matter coming out of my ear piercings.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Falling

It's been a while since I had one of those dreams were you dream you're falling and suddenly wake with a heart thumping jolt. I guess the image below reminded me how bad they are!

4/10/06 Dream

I'm going to have to start writing these damn things properly. The piece of paper by the bed, where I jotted the dream down just says:

With Will @ comedy club. Louise - chips. She talks to Sasha.

Now Will is of course Wichita Willis from The Customers, who I went to college with. As is Louise, an ex-girlfriend from college. Who appears to be talking to my dear partner. I remember it being a weird-ass dream, significant enough to jot down in half-sleep...but I'm really going to need more details.

Irritating dream

I'm trying to dial the phone..
except the phone has gone all weird..numbers are all mixed up, missing some buttons.
and my fingers are too big and i keep messing up and having to start over.
thats it..
me constantly trying to make a call., over and over..
who in the world was i calling?

1/10/06 Dream

I'm in school, for some reason, even though I'm an adult. Sitting next to me is the shockingly pretty sixth-form girl who gets the same bus to work as me most mornings. We're trying to do some difficult tables or sums or something, and it makes us laugh as I'm clearly getting the whole thing wrong. She wrenches the book from me and starts to correct it, as I look round to make sure the teacher isn't watching us. She gets (from somewhere) a wet sponge and wipes it across the written pages of my exercise book, as if this is going to fix the problem.

And then I wake up.

And then I go to sleep again.

And for some reason dream about a cartoon cow which is attached to a milking machine and is sucked of all it's milk, leaving it wizened and skinny, only the next moment to be pumped back full of it's own milk until it is large and bloated like a beach ball with little legs and udders.

And then I wake up properly.