iDream of Cliff-A-Go-Go

under attack

2012-01-01T22:42:00.000Z

i am climbing up some sort of structure that seems to be in the middle of the sea. the structure is part oil rig and part ancient monument. there are other people on the structure.
out to sea there are ships and they are coming towards us.
there is a feeling of fear and anticipation. something bad is going to happen. everyone hopes that they are going to be safe high up on the structure.

then it starts to happen the ships begin to fire at the structure.
i don't know if i am the only one doing this or not but i am swatting away what the ships are firing - which seem to be bags of paint and flour.
i have to move all over the place swing and clambouring around the structure in order to be in the right spot to deflect an incoming missile.

each wave of missles seem to get a little bigger and a little more dangerous. so they go from paper bags to plastic bags to cardboard, to plastic to tin. getting bigger and bigger.

harder and harder to swat away.

i have no idea what the outcome was.

bruce

2011-12-08T10:25:00.000Z

i am off to an event. i am following someone who may or may not be colin patterson (5live's entertainmnet correspondent - and someone who i only have the vaguest notion of what he looks like) we are going into a building that is all neo-brutalist concrete - an artistic housing estate. we come to the large array of glass doors that within a deep entry foyer. before we get to them we have to pass a group of press paps - they are all there with their cameras, open necked shirts, bling and fags.
they cry out to colin to find out what is going on.
he takes the white bread crusty roll he is eating breaks a bit off and throws it at their feet.
'i like giving them crumbs. with luck a pigeon will shit on them as well.'

we go into the vast hall.
colin is no longer with me.
the carpet is that functional has to have a lot of wear and tear stuff that has the colour of a pale mouldy peach. to the right of me there is a long conference style table with lots of microphones on it. there is no one at it.
in front of the table is a woman who seems to be in charge of all that is going on.
she sees me and makes a gesture that i should join the others.
the others are to my left up against the far wall. separated from the table by the vast expanse of carpet. they are all sitting cross legged on the floor. waiting.
i join them.
the woman in charge is speaking loudly into a phone.
'tell him to get here asap, bruce will be coming to speak very shortly we are just giving out some toys for the boys.'
a couple of people have materialised and they are walking along the lines of seated people giving out stuff.
my turn comes and i take what is a largeish clear plastic spoon - there is a design etched into it. i have done something wrong as the person handing them out gives me a withering look. he explains something to me and does it again, i get a pair of spoons this time.
looking at the design i can see it is an image from a bruce movie.
the woman next to me is also looking at her spoon and we get chatting about the films that we can see in the spoons.

dream change.

then i am entering a classroom. i am late.
aside from the teacher i am the oldest person there, by far. i am not sure what the class is, or even why i am there (i have a feeling i am doing an undercover sting operation or something like that ((this dream occurred after hearing reports that the daily telegraph had gone undercover to find out that teachers are getting advise about passing exams)).
i have a notebook out. waiting for something to happen.
the class seems to be an introductory one.
the lecturer a smallish man in a very grey suit with larger than normal pinstripes and purple shirt and hankie, looking like jimmy krankie has given birth to robin williams, is talking about getting supplies from the stationery cupboard but be aware that the lady in charge is a 'lemoneer'.
he then stops and with a smile that has too many teeth asks if we know what a 'lemoneer' is.
no one is prepared to answer.
i put my hand up and say i have never heard of the word but would guess that it means someone who is tough to deal with and has a sting in their tongue.
he says yes.
behind me a mature female student congratulates me.

the alarm goes. end of dream.

when dreaming of the wwe it is better to dream of a diva

2011-11-30T13:59:00.000Z

so there i am deep in the dream and i am woken up because i need to do something, only i am still in the dream and what i need to do is go and let dave batista into my flat.
it is dark outside, probably 5am or something like that.
i stagger to the front door trying to put my jeans on and make myself decent, also trying not to wake my mum who is asleep on the couch.
i get to the door and it is open, which is odd and worrying.
dave batista is coming up the stairs - someome has let him into the block.

scene change.

we are in a gym. batista is working out. i am there as either his trainer, manager or just hanger on.
he is doing lots of exercises - his body seems to be somewhere between pumped human and something rob liefeld would draw. he is doing some sort of skipping exercise with this big rope that looks like it is made of packing tape rolled into a rope like substitute.

whoever i am talking to we are discussing batista's up and coming fight, while he is being busy exercising.

that is pretty much all that happens in it.
still it beats the one where i was trying to save a spaceship while trying to find my lost glasses.

27/10/10 Dream

2010-10-27T06:36:00.002+01:00

Just woken from a dream where I was saying (To who? Don't know):

"The trouble with women is that they don't listen...

...they don't listen and they're not happy."

Don't even get me started on this one...

2010-10-03T13:30:00.002+01:00

I dreamed the rain was coming down in the house, I was looking everywhere for containers to catch the drips and streams. Searching around the kitchen I hear the sound of the rain streaming own outside the back door. I open the door and look out, the rain falling down over the garden, on the washing on the lines throwing a misty veil over the pampas grass. I realise that the rain isn't the only noise, that there's a watery throbbing a pulling of shingle over the fence to my left. I peer up to look and see the sea is in the garden next door, it looks like it's flooded a construction site and bundles of huge yellow plastic pipes and timber are floating around, the waves are washing right up to the first floor windows of the neighbours house and the only thing between us and the sea is the garden fence. I think to myself that I had better close the back door, then I realise that over there is the ocean and that the door is not going to keep it out if it wants to come in.

2010-05-30T21:11:00.001+01:00

i dreamt that my beloved kitty was riding on the back of my daughters cat ( I HATE this cat )
My Lucy cat was waving at me as the hated cat trotted her around ..

random dream

2009-11-22T18:00:00.001Z

Im with my son and my daughter at Conrads house ( with his small daughter )
and its totally awkward ..
glad that was a dream

30/4/09 Dreams

2009-05-01T09:17:00.003+01:00

I'm with the family and we're all going swimming to the pool at Plymouth Pavilions. Except of course, this being a dream, it all looks different and more labyrinth-like.

As I walk past the crowds I accidentally nudge some large, menacing looking bloke who snarls and calls me out. He starts to chase me and I quickly become lost amongst the stairwells and corridors.

Along the way I manage to find a staff member, and she shows me back to where my family waits impatiently. My dear partner bawls me out for disappearing, being irresponsible, etc and in a fit of anger I storm off, out of the building, into Plymouth.

Cross, I walk around the town until I realise...I am lost again.

And then I wake up.

Or rather I am woken by my youngest son, who has just sneaked into the big bed, having had a nightmare. "What was it about?" I ask.

"The Sabretooth Tiger from Primeval was chasing me." he says. And I remember the toy I bought him last weekend, and sigh.

Quiet

2009-03-17T13:37:00.002Z

Im just having a day..but people keep following me..
strange quiet people who look normal.
but i know they arent.

in my head I'm telling my self
this is just a dream..wake up , wake up , wake up

and i wake up..
relieved its over.

The Milkman Of Human Kindness

2009-02-18T16:09:00.002Z

I'm the only person
in a room with Billy Bragg.
And Billy Bragg is stripped to the waist.
And holding a ukulele across his chest.
And the ukulele has loose strings.
Billy performs 'Help Save The Youth Of America'
for me and for me alone,
whilst strumming
on the ukulele. And i can tell
that although he's singing
the words live,
the music is pre-recorded
and being piped-in from somewhere else.
And when he finishes the song,
The Bard of Barking lowers the ukulele.
And only then does he reveal
that he's been wearing
a black brassiere throughout.

interview

2009-02-13T12:36:00.002Z

I know I am in a workplace but it seems more like a lounge area. I'm talking to a woman who I know as a very straight-laced corporate executive. Strangely though, she is lounging back on her chair with her feet up on a table and she's smoking. She's asking me questions about places. I recall that Anigonish NS was one of them. I don't know anything about any of these places at all. At a certain point I start to think that this is a job interview, so I ask, and she responds, "of course it is, silly...are you ready for your test?". She hands me a book and shows me where the test is in the book, but when I take the book in my hands the test disappears. It isn't in the book anymore. I say I lost the test, and she looks at me scornfully and prints another off at a nearby printer. As I read the test, it becomes real. I'm looking into a chute of some kind. Several feet back in the chute, there are bars and just this side of the bars, there are some items that appear to have been washed through the bars and deposited in the chute. They include some keys, some broken glass and a few other unidentified items. Suddenly, a question is typed in the air in front of me in Courier font. "Describe the effect on neighbourhood crime".

My alarm then woke me up.

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2009-02-13T09:43:00.000Z

business hotties:
i am a large corporate office meeting room, big oval table, and lots of chairs, big windows allowing great views of the city. i am alone; i am trying to find a piece of paper that has some important information on it that i need to share with a colleague (who appears to be tim who i used to work with and was in a previous dream). there is no panic just the beginning sense of urgency.
i find the right papers as tim walks in.
i slide it across the table to him. it scoots perfectly to a stop in front of him. i notice the knots in the design of the table.
tim looks at sheet. we both snigger.
the important information is a combination of spreadsheet and glossary that describes the hotness of our colleagues.

kidnapped
large school gym/ assembly hall. parquet flooring that has darkened with age and coats of polish. the layout of the space changes throughout the dream, sometimes the stage is there, sometimes it is not. it seems as if a large group of people have been kidnapped. or at the very least have been made to attend, it is hard to tell. one thing is certain: no one seems to want to be there.
the group has been split by sex. the girls face the boys. there are all shapes and sizes in the group. they are all wearing flesh toned lycra jumpsuits.
there is someone standing over them all, their identity never revealed.
the two groups are being shouted at and they are being forced to do a large-scale dance routine. everyone looks embarrassed to be there.

marisa
i am in café that is a mix of 50s american diner, northern café and pie & mash shop. i am standing in between two corner booths, wooden wall dividers and mirrors around. the floor is black and white tiles, there is a lot of formica, on the tables there are tomato shaped sauce dispensers.
there are a crowd of people sitting in the booths. i am holding court. we all look like rejects from ‘happy days’. i am in a leather jacket and white t-shirt. i have no idea what i am talking about, but i am in full flow.
at the end of one booth is sitting a woman, she looks up at me and says something, what is said is not clear. she is marisa tomei.
my reply is short and curt: “nice baps”.

macdonalds
i am riding on a bus (or tram); the street outside seems strangely empty and very wide. i seem to be fresh faced and bushy tailed. in my hand i am clutching a large book, dark blue cover with bold yellow writing. it is my new work manual.
i am off to my first day on the job and i am excited to be working at macdonalds.

comical happenings

2009-01-29T12:37:00.000Z

there is an event going on in a big hotel, there should be a feeling of glitz and glamour but it feels very much like a sunday afternoon at a butlins camp. for some reason the event is taking place over several rooms. i have a role of being the mc for one of my colleagues, npj. he is going to be giving out some awards, so my job is to introduce him and the awardees, plus i also have to run around to the other room to get the various people.
i ask npj which order he wants the awards to go in. he shrugs.
i decide to throw away the speech cards and do it on the fly.
i make a very good, and short, speech introducing a french retailer. he is a bald headed bull of a man, who has to walk a long distance to get to the stage.

i retire out of the hall.
the foyer area is like my old school. big windows, concrete slabs for the floor, glass doors and an awards cabinet. there are a bunch of teenagers running around the space. there is a fear that they are going to break something. i step in and tell them to move on. i chase them out of the building.

that leads me into the garden area. there are some people sniggering so i walk over to them. they are looking into a shed like building. as i join them i can see what is causing them amusement, in the shed two people are showering both are men and they appear to be washing each other. i enter the building only to see two men pretending to wash each other and laughing at the people who are watching them.

they leave the shed and i decide to have a shower.
the building changes from brick to blue canvas and then gets blown down.
the canvas gets ripped to pieces and bits of it stick to me. i am now in pants, soaked and with bits of blue canvas stuck to me. the location seems to have changed and i am in the middle of a square of houses, smack in the middle of a flowerbed. i look around for a hose to wash off the canvas.
people are looking at me.

(dream ends)

dancers

2009-01-15T07:40:00.001Z

it is all very much a 90s pop video. black and white, taking place in a large airy backstage space that resembles a ballroom from a posh house. throughout the space there are draped white curtains and there are pools of electric white light.
there are three dancers in this space: two men and a woman. they circle each other. one man seems to be always facing the other two, and he seems to be challenging them. the dancing is sensual and balletic, a nu-romantic version of “west side story”. the views of the dancers change sometimes we are watching them from a distance, other times our view is in the middle of the dance looking out at them, there are close-ups on the faces. there are long lingering looks and there are fast jump cut edits. from the views of them we can see that they are singing, but there is no sound.
the solo male dancer is robert redford, he is wearing an angelic white shirt, he is doing lots of hand movements towards the other dancer, mostly they appear to be bruce lee ‘come on’ type gestures. the man he is challenging is tom cruise. the woman is never revealed.

(dream ends)

fragments

2009-01-12T07:39:00.001Z

1]
i am moving towards a large desk, i have lots of papers in my hand. i need to sort them out, they hold a clue. each of them is a photograph of a bookcase. there is a large white border around each image, in the top right there is a number, top left there is a time – the font looks reminiscent of that used in the prisoner.
at the desk i try to get the papers in order. it should be simple, they are numbered but there are a lot of them.
i try to lay the papers down to make them more manageable; it is hard to keep them in check.
it soon becomes apparent as to what is happening in the pictures. one of the books is being moved. not being taken off the shelf just pushed in or pulled out, as if it is a switch to a secret chamber.

2]
i am playing a game on my mobile phone. it is an intensive and draining game. even though i am engrossed in playing the game, i do not know what the game is or how it is played. it is like i am viewing myself from the back so my body shields the view.
(strangely when i woke up i tried to play the game on my phone, it took several minutes before i remembered that there is not a game on my phone).

3]
i am at a funeral service for my father. at first the view is from above and i am watching myself move around the space. where i am sitting is below the level the door and to get to it you have to walk down a few stairs.
i am sitting on a beanbag type thing in a large square area. there are several more of these beanbag things scattered around. a few more people come into the space.
i get up to do something with the service. i am wearing a black two-piece black suit, the shirt is a blue flowery patterned affair which is not tucked in, as i move i notice that the hi-tech (brand name) combat boots i am wearing are battered and very heavily scuffed. i feel a little uncomfortable about the way i am dressed.
a little later i am sitting down. slightly slumped, slightly distanced from those around me.
two men interrupt me; they are my age (and i seem to be in my late teens / early twenties in the dream) they are dressed in sombre suits. i think they are coming to offer condolences. one of them reminds me of an old school colleague (someone i was never really close to, and best i can say about him was that he was pale, had clammy hands and a double jointed thumb) the other one i can’t place. both are very earnest, both lean into me, their voices are low. one of them asks me if i had seen their new graphic novel.

10/1/09 Dream

2009-01-11T08:06:00.004Z

Tim and I are in London, making our way to Everton football ground (I know) to get an autograph from manager Fabio Cappello (I know).

We climb walls to get in and make our way to the technical area, which is encased in clear plastic. The match is over, and Tim moves in for the kill with a brochure for him to sign, as Fabio stares silently at his players sitting around him. Meanwhile, I creep past and downstairs to put a Simpsons trading card in his jacket pocket for him to find later.

And then I wake up.

09/1/09 Dream

2009-01-10T07:34:00.003Z

My mum, Dad (alive again), sisters' kids and I are going to Darts Farm for the day as we hear it's closing. And for some reason, we're going to be driving there in an open top bus.

As we speed through the country roads, my father really puts his foot down (this is unlike him in in real life - he only ever speeded once, and got caught for it). I'm te only person on the upper deck, and as we go round bends I actually have to hold on tightly or be thrown from the bus.

Then, on the next turn, he overdoes it. The bus crashes over onto it's side, but I manage to jump safely to the ground without harm. Everyone inside is fine.

My Dad stands by the overturned bus, desolate. I put an arm round his shoulder, and say "Well, you were going a bit fast round those corners...". He nods agreement.

Abigail, my sister's eldest child is crying by the side of the road. "It's OK," I tell her, "No-one was hurt."

"I'm just sad that Darts Farm is closing." she says.

And then I wake up.

old friends

2008-12-25T16:45:00.000Z

i am in the bedroom i had when i was a teenager. i am kneeling down and trying to choose the next lp to put on. i am alone, but not for long. a succession of people come into the room, as each one comes in and settles down on the spare bed i make some sort of comment along the lines of “as i live and breathe”. some of these people are friends, some are characters from entertainments that i have liked, and some are people i no longer know.
when it has all stopped and people have introduced themselves one of the girls gets around to telling us that she has a problem with someone she knows. we hatch a plan to impersonate policemen to put the frighteners on the miscreant.
dressed as policemen we are out in the street going towards the home of the person in question. it looks as if it has been filmed on a handheld video camera and posted on youtube.
this then switches to a glossy csi type look as the view is now of a large messy cluttered room/house. there are piles and piles of things. there is so much stuff it is hard to make out what should be there and what not should be there, where one thing ends and another thing starts. among the chaos are a number of people searching and clearing – the two acts seem to go hand in hand. it seems an impossible task.
they are looking for evidence that is important in an on going court case.
we are looking down on what they are doing. next door we can see the court in session.
now the view is among them. they are talking about what they are looking for and how hard it is going to be to get it to the attorneys, and how hard it is going to be for the attorneys to get to them. they start pushing things to make space, to make walkways. they move a large sideboard, some drawers and a draw are missing from it, and there is a lot of bric-a-brac in it. they can now clamber over this, into a new space.
it is a dark and moody scene, low lights and long shadows.
the light changes to sunny bright and clear. another friend has turned up and wants the return of a bag he leant me a long time back. i can remember where it is but i am pretty sure that i can’t get to it because of the junk that is in the way.
the place has changed it is now a large place with more rooms than enough. i tell my friend to wait while i go get the bag. i rush through the building/mansion. i arrive at the room i believe the bag to be in and i enter.
it is the right room, but not how i expect to see it. the pale wooden floor is clear, the cream walls glow delicately from the clear sun coming into the room. it is neat, clear and tidy. i splutter, i stutter and then i gasp. there is someone in the room just putting the last of the stuff away. they smile at me, i ask them about the bag. they point to cupboard. i go to it. open it, half expecting to be buried under a pile of junk, what i get is a neat rack of bags. i easily pull the bag i need from the rack.
the voice behind me is telling me that they took the liberty of clearing up.
i thank them.

(dream ends)

faker (snippet)
the character is out taking photos. stumbles on an interesting building, it looks like a brutalist version of a castle set in the middle of a street of shops. he looks for an entrance and an idea of what the building is for. he can see the name “mel savage” on the walls and above the very large doors. it seems to be a mix of youth/social club and church. once inside he is greeted with very dark wood floor, doors and panelled walls, the lights are very low. there are a few rugs on the floor. there is a reception desk but no one at it. the room is very small considering the size of the building. there is a noise from below, he turns and sees an ornate set of banisters that lead downstairs. slowly and carefully he takes the stairs down.
at the bottom he can see a young boy at a desk, he asks who is in charge.
the boy leads him to an office where a young man is seated at a desk dealing with a phone call.
he waits for the call to finish. the call goes on, the man has to move his chair to across to a filing cabinet to get something, he is wearing a t-shirt of black and red hoops, his jeans are baggy and artistically ripped, but such that large patches of flesh are exposed.
the photographer thinks this is odd.
(the rest of the dream is hazy in terms of what happens and the order it goes in. the photographer meets mel to ask if he can take photos of the building, he is at a service given by mel, there is a feeling of something being totally wrong about what is going on, there is a confrontation with mel, it is all in a gloomy half light of horror movies that have no budget to show the sfx in.)

(dream ends)

stalk and slash

2008-12-18T12:49:00.000Z

this is the closest i think i have come to a nightmare in years. strangely (or perhaps not) it is pretty much a stalk and slash horror movie. the dream seems to be disjointed as if trying to make it an art house horror.

she is confronted by a large steroid buffed up madman. he is wearing a grey t-shirt and a checked white shirt over that. his skin has a stretched waxy look to it. he is telling her to run, to get in her car and go, that he will chase her, that he will give her and her child a head start, but then he is coming for her. he throws her the car keys. he writes down his name so she can tell the cops who he is (tony styles/smiles/stevie it is something like that), he gives her the pen, he tells her it is not poisoned.
she runs.
time jump. the killer is facing a man and he is telling him what is going to happen that he will not be able to save his friends, but the killer will give him a chance, though he doubts it will be taken. the man is tied to a chair; he is looking around for his friends. he is gagged, in a trailer, tied to a chair. his eyes bulge with fear and there is spittle all around the gag.
time jump. the man is outside the trailer on the grass he is unconscious, his leg is chained to the trailer so he can’t run if he wakes. his hand is lying on the foot of his male friend. the man is looking up at the night sky; his friend is lying on his front. they both seem to be stirring. they whisper to each other to see if they are ok, if they know what is happening. they are, they don’t, they just know the girl is gone and they are in a shit load of trouble. they hear the killer approach and they both pretend to be asleep.
time jump. back inside the trailer both the men are being spoken to be the killer he is telling them the only way to stop him is to kill him, but it might mean one of them dying and it means that they will become killers too. compared to the killer both the men are weedy emo kiddies. they are scared, they know they have to do something but neither of them is brave enough. the killer tries to goad them. he goes mad, he offers them weapons, he attacks them, and he offers them bigger weapons from sticks, to knives to swords. they hold each in odd ways it is the first time they have held such things for violence. the killer throws things, he pulls out a huge great big claw weapon to go after the men.
time jump. outside the trailer are a couple of cars, there are a few rickety buildings nearby (somewhere to buy some food, somewhere to rent a trailer), a little beige and cream car pulls up and parks near the cars. a little old woman jumps out of the car (she looks for all the world like the old ladies in a gary larson cartoon). she is making lots of noise and she is talking angrily at her husband (never seen) and she makes her way over to the shacks.
time jump. the men and the girl are driving along a mountain / hill road. windows open, wind in their hair. the men in front, the woman in the back but she is leaning forward to look out the front window, all their faces are in a line. they are chatting animatedly about what they are going to do with their free time. they have just finished a big show. they are bitching about the people they work with, but all of them are looking elated to be on the road. there is a little bump in the road. that gets the male passenger bitching about the car, the driver tells him to shut up as he loves his car, he cares for his car.

as they drive along the mountain/hill road they see a group of body builder types moving things from a van. they are all uniformly dressed, jeans and a leather waistcoat. they then notice one of them is using his arms to walk with, as if pushing a wheelchair, but there is no chair, his legs are being used to hold the large bundle. he walks by them and looks at them; it is a fleeting and sad look.
he throws the bundle down to a lower a level, there another muscled man catches it and repositions it.
they are building something. it is not clear what.
there is just a feeling of foreboding.

war
a bizarre war story. a solo character is walking through a victorian housing estate. it is much bigger and denser than any estate that ever existed but it is obvious what it is. he is sticking to the shadows; he is trying to get somewhere to meet up with his comrades. there is an internal dialogue going on describing the war that is going on. it appears to be between man and machines. it has been going on for a very long time but it seems to be concentrated on one block of the estate and it takes place in the garden area on a very traditional battle-line to battle-line type way.
he is talking about how they have collaborators in the machines.
but he is lost on the estate.
a wrong turning has taken him to a different part, somewhere he has never been before, and the door he has gone through seems to have led him to a dead end, a large walled space with a playing green and a tree. he is going to explore it.
something alerts him and he knows he is being watched he tries to escape, he can’t. he can hear the machine coming for him. he runs. he is backed into a corner, out of the darkness it comes the machine rumbles up to him, it is a little mini tank that is something that looks like it could have been the offspring of tanks from the first and second world wars and a childs pedal car. it is no higher than his knee. the gun points at him. no matter how hard he dodges the gun keeps him in sight. finally he ends up in the corner.
“kill me then” he says. a female voice says i don’t want to kill you i want to help you escape, but to escape you need to run and forget. the voice tells him he needs to repeat a special phrase (something that had a couple of colours and numbers in it) several times while he ran. if he did this he would be free of the war.
the machine disappears and he starts to run down the block (which now looks remarkably like part of the housing estate i used to live on, this one was built in the 60s) he starts to say the phrase, he notices that from a tree there is a bolt of electric blue cloth is spills out into a large pool that almost covers all the green. he runs to it and he can see that there are words stitched into the cloth. they give him hope. he notices that it has all gone quiet. it is light. he sees movement. he ducks for cover and then sees if he can follow the movement, he walks around a group of sheds, his feet gently walking on the grass there is no one: just empty street.
there is a cool breeze.
there is a voice over thing that makes it all feel like this was an episode of a dodgy tv show.

not sure if these are supposed to be connected or not.

dreaming

2008-11-28T20:24:00.002Z

There's something moving in my bedroom. It is always just out of sight; behind a pile of folders, under the shelves, rustling papers, disturbing clothes. It worries me, I'm fretful and want to know what's there, but don't want to get any closer.
After some while (it's not a fast mover whatever it is), I catch a glimpse of something smooth, black, patterned. Scales or carapace I can't quite tell. It concerns me, I know this isn't good.

At this point I wake up to turn on the light and find out that I never turned it off. I reach for the torch just in case.....

tv license

2008-11-15T11:08:00.000Z

i go to visit a friend. he is in a new place. he shows me into a room that is as big as a hall. i sit on the floor and within a minute or two i have scared away some of his friends. i start walking around the walls he has been decorating them in posters, they look like the posters he has managed to peel off advertising hoardings, but they are all single colours with detailed pencilling on them of images of hp lovecraft, william s burroughs and cthulhu images. over each poster there are some sort of plastic covering that looks like it can be pulled tight to protect them. i suggest it looks better if he leaves them loose so that it has a giger alien feel about it. he agrees. we keep walking around the room/hall and come to part of it that looks like a newspaper vendor stall he steps into it. there are piles of old british comics all over it. he reminds me i was going to buy some of them. i told him i wished i had the money.
i start telling him a story (i am not sure if i am telling himself i have read in the news, i have been told myself, i have read or i have made up as i tell the story there is a feeling that i believe it). it is about an alien invasion that failed. it has something to do with invisible alien women following humans. some of the humans realise what is going on and they work out a way to kill the aliens in such a manner that the alien high command decides that earth is too dangerous place to come. the plan has something to do with pink as a colour. he doesn’t want to hear the entire story because he has to go and do something. so i write some of the story down. so i don’t forget it and i can let him read it.
we seem to be in a different room, not sure how the transition occurs. i am now watching him lining up lots of little soldiers on the floor and he is preparing to knock them down. he is chanting something while he does this and it is being videoed for you tube. i suggest that he could make a much bigger version and make it an epic video for the site. he smiles at the idea and seems very happy at.

then

i am at work. i am back. it feels odd. i seem to be there in time for something important. i am not sure what it is i am back for; no one is quite explaining it. i am walking around trying to work out what i need to do. it is raining outside. so i go out with my camera. the slick steps and streets are a dreamy version of whitehall merging into carlton terrace. i am standing in a doorway trying to take photos of the falling rain trying to catch it in the streetlights. i am using a large heavy lens, i know i am not going to get good results with it, but i need to try. after shooting off a load of images i give up. i start packing up. all of a sudden there is a little black labrador dog, it is squat and cartoony he bounds up to me giving me a fright, as i am startled the dog yelps a little and as it does that it seems to distort fur standing on end and legs shooting out, as if a cartoon electric charge has been fired through it.
the dog’s owner calls the dog over and apologises for it. i say there was nothing to worry about. the owner looks very pretty, she is pushing a pram. she looks like she has stepped out of the 1940s. i go back to putting my camera away, the dog jumps up at me again. the owner and i giggle. dog goes back to the owner and they go off. i return to packing up my camera bag. for some reason i end up putting it in a large puddle. i have a fear that the bag is not waterproof. i don’t know.
i never find out.

(dreams end)

2/8/08 Dream

2008-10-30T07:04:00.002Z

I visit a house full of Porn Stars.

Once I'm let in, I start showing them a set of their 'nudie' playing cards.

Then I get out an identical set of cards, but these I had created with all the girls fully clothed.

I make them feel ashamed.

And then I wake up.

01/8/08 Dream

2008-10-30T06:58:00.002Z

Rose and Matt (in real life: customers who I used to serve in the bookshop) have just bought 2 classic cars, both Triumph Dolomite Sprints. But one of these is, inexplicably, a 3-wheeler. And the other...has just 2 wheels, with metal struts that drag along the ground either side to keep it upright.

They ask me which one I should keep, but both are badly made with wood underneath the body/fuselage. I don't know how to tell them that they are both shit.

And then I wake up.

29/7/08 Dream

2008-10-30T06:53:00.003Z

I'm at some kind of boot camp, learning to be a teacher. We all are in a room taking it in turns to go up to the front and present to a group of schoolchildren.

At one point, the team leader tells me to go out and fetch a sports celebrity from the car park, as they're going to speak to 'the kids'. I find him and lead him back to the classroom. This man may, or may not, be Colin Jackson.

When we get there, Gary Lineker is already there. He is very serious.

And then I wake up.

28/7/08 Dream

2008-10-30T06:43:00.002Z

I find a new relationship with a beautiful black girl with 3 or 4 kids - everything is bliss as we roll around a big white mattress on the floor where we sleep. She's stunning and has an ex-boyfriend who looks just like the bloke from BBC's Attachments. We worry together about what I'm going to tell my existing family, how they'll react to this.

And then I wake up.

2008-10-29T23:35:00.003Z

I woke up yelling, jumping (falling) out of bed, reaching for the light, as small insecty animals with fat round shiny abdomens streamed across my pillow.

I'm going back to sleeping with the light on.

spy / thriller

2008-10-29T12:07:00.000Z

two dreams or two different parts of the same dream, i am not sure. both are narratives and both are spy/thriller style (guess i am excited by the new bond movie and “spooks” being back on the bbc).
in one there is a conversation going on about the fraudulent buying and selling of diamonds, or a diamond like substance. this conversation is taking place between the nefarious female mastermind and her advisor. it is almost like they are doing this in voiceover, as they speak there are lots of images of what they are trying to do.
the buying part has been accomplished, seemingly all done through facebook. now some of the diamonds have been sold on at a higher price to dummy companies owned by the mastermind. her advisor is telling her she should get rid of all the diamonds as they have now created a new high market price for them.
it is as if they have bought up all the available diamonds. they are selling a few to prevent people being suspicious and to aid moving some of the diamonds around to a new location.
the direction of the conversation is almost as if the advisor doesn’t know what the mastermind is up to, that he thinks she is just a ruthless trader while we know that she is the head of a dangerous criminal/spy organisation.
the diamonds she now owns are not to be used for profit they are part of a plan to tap into a top-secret tunnel/cable and from this steal/siphon something off. there is an image of a large diamond claw burrowing through the earth and grasping the tunnel/cable.

other dream/part
a crooked sportsman has decided to go to court to accept his punishment. he had done something that got his team killed just after their greatest triumph (there is a suggestion that this was a rigged victory). he is crooked not because he took some bribes or threw a game, but because he has a skill that he uses to help villains when they need to break into places (not sure if this is a computing skill or an engineering skill).
he had been very useful in the past to crooks; he stopped being as useful once his sporting career took off. it feels as if the victory/tragedy was a message “we give and we can take away, you have to work for us” type thing. because of the deaths he has decided to do the honourable thing.
he is in court. his lawyer (has a george clooney air about him) is checking that he wants to go through with this, he does, lawyer confirms that there is plenty of protection for him.
the court is full, the colours are bright and breezy and one wall is just a big window.
not long into the court session starting there is a bit of a gurgle chunk noise from the overhead fans. this gets worse. then suddenly ice cubes start pouring from the fan (they are those cone like ice cubes you tend to get in hotel bars, and in the dream they seem to come in waves of drink colours, i remember the cola shaded ones) at this point the lawyer shouts out “fire, fire everyone leave, evacuate”.
he tells his client to stay put, lawyer pulls a gun from his coat and stands ready to protect the client. they move over to where the fan is, but it is not a ceiling fan as such more a rotating grill that at certain points opens up to a hole to allow the ice cubes in. they can see that there are people, dressed in gold lame protection suits, up there trying to deal with the emergency.
as soon as the court if clear a number of emergency response uniforms walk in, there are a couple of fireman, a couple of policemen, a paramedic and two guys with a gurney. the vantage point that we watch them enter is from high up in the corner of the court. as they enter they spread out, effectively blocking the approaches to the door, we can tell there is something not right about them.
the lawyer turns to his client and tells him that they have to leave. he says not before checking on the people in the fan. there is confusion. client points to one of the firemen and says we need to get up there; all he gets is an amused look. no one seems to want to go up and check. he then says to one of them to give him a boost up there and he will look. same kind of expression. eventually a bald, short, young oriental in a black vest, brings him a number of chairs (they are the ones that were in all mums kitchens, wooden legs slightly curving out at the floor, oval rings for the back rest and a plastic seat covering in this case the wood was dull yellow going cream and the plastic was a faded pink), he puts two of them together, front to front, and then puts the third on top of them, making a little pyramid that will be high enough for the client to get to the top to peer into the fan tunnel.
when he touches the bodies they appear to be lifeless.
he jumps down. is surrounded and then is knocked out.

the client wakes up in a large bed in a dimly lit room, he can see light and hear noise through a slight gap in the very heavy curtain, he gets up and goes through. there appears to be a party/gathering going on. lots of people, a number of couples necking and petting. he can see the city skyline very close and he realises he is on a roof in the middle of the city.
the client sees his lawyer (in plaid shorts on a recliner with a drink in his hand) and wanders over to him with "a what is going on" look on his face. he begins to recognise the faces of the emergency response team (all done in that flashback style that is so popular in movies at the moment).
a young woman offers him a drink, he accepts. there is a screen nearby talking about his death in a courtroom fire and a lengthy replay of his team’s great victory. the woman is talking over it, saying that they had won once before they were going to win again, realises that she has fluffed her lines and then repeats “that they had won the only time they were going to and now would be sports greatest heroes”.
the lawyer claps him on his back and tells him this was the only way they could get him back.

(dream ends)

rehearsal

2008-10-28T13:50:00.000Z

this takes place in a large industrial space, very rock/pop video territory. there are a group of us there. we are dotted about it, all waiting for something. we are all towards the back of the space. in front of the space, there seems to be another large warehouse space, it looks partly decayed, as if it had stopped working in the middle of job and there is still lots of bits and pieces all left about the place. the light there is a washed out sunlight, not quite dark, not quite light. it appears to be open the elements, while the industrial space we are in is enclosed.
there is a lot of talk, a lot of hubbub, but little movement.
someone arrives. they want to change the layout, they want to move things around. i ask why. no good answer. although there seems to be some agreement that the moves are going to take place no one is moving, it is business as normal.
(in the dream i have the impression that some things occur now, but i can’t remember them)
for some reason i move out of the industrial space into the other space and start walking around. there are books all over the ground, i walk carefully among them, looking at the titles. the ground is not level, rising and falling, with bumps and holes in the ground. i have to walk across a little bridge, but i still seem to be inside this warehouse workspace.
i come closer to a shack, there seem to be people in there. we do not acknowledge each other.
i see a large hardcover on the ground. it has a bright gaudy cover with yellow bands on white. it is a new james bond book. i pick it up. the dust jacket has a part of it ripped out. the praise blurb at the back is from barbara allen, the picture is of a mature woman with very white hair.
i carry the book off. there is a thought in my head that this will be worth a lot in the future.

(dream ends)

hanging with halle

2008-10-22T13:52:00.000+01:00

i am in a black area, dressed ghetto styled and i seem to have a nickname of “bigboy” (and only in my dreams can i be called that). the style of the dream seems to be urban blockbuster film.
i am with halle berry we are trying to get into house because it has lots and lots of drugs in it. we start off in some sort of processing plant, it is night, the metal of the steps gleams, the lights cast interesting shadows and out feet klang as we walk.
i have no idea why we are there.
halle is trying to persuade me to go on with the heist, because she is so pretty i don’t take much persuasion.
we get to the house. we are in dressed in black ninja swat style. we both have guns. we get into the house. it is dark and quiet. the mood of the thing becomes a little like a screwball comedy in the style of “what’s up doc?” we are doing comedy whispering as we try to look around.
i am not sure but we may have done some drugs before we got in.
we are also waving our guns around as if they were toys, even though they are heavy and glint in the little bit of light there is. as we tip toe about i suddenly see someone. he is standing in a corner and watching us. he is tall black, bald and dressed in a very sharp black suit. i point the gun at him and tell him to tell us where the drugs are. i get behind him put the gun to the back of his neck, i make halle go in front. i tell him that he has to be careful because we have done drugs don’t make us make a mistake…
he directs us downstairs.
we go.
we are now in a room that looks very much like it has been decorated in ikea style.
we chat more.
halle stumbles and falls on the floor and ends up by a couch and a stereo system and cds. she laughs; she also seems to be sitting amongst a pile of sketches.
the mysterious man tells me where the drugs are; we move from the lovely front room and enter a very large warehouse. drugs are all neatly stacked and label on shelves.
the doorbell rings.
the mysterious man says: “customers”.
i go to the front door, which seems to be an old wooden version of the protective window that garage staff use late at night.
there is a crowd outside. they are waiting, getting a little impatient.
i still have my gun in my hand as i go to the window dispenser.
they don’t recognise me.
all of a sudden they have their guns out.
one man is up at the window shouting, screaming and threatening.
i tell him to calm down, as ever it has the opposite effect.
he is accusing me of robbing his supplier. i am trying to think of something to say.
there are a group of houses across the road; it is very much a nice suburban road. one of the houses has its lights on in the front bedroom.
i tell the noisy man that my colleagues that are watching him from the house across the road, as he turns around the lights go out; when he turns back the lights come on.
i have a “wtf” look on my face.
noisy man just demands his drugs. i start dishing out drugs.
a very large man ambles up; he is in just a pair of shorts, t-shirt, dressing gown and slippers. he is bald. before i give him his drugs i ask to pet him on the head.

(dream ends)

illicit meetings

2008-10-15T11:29:00.001+01:00

sort of a sexual comedy of errors. i know this woman who is not happy in her marriage. we live far apart. we chat online. we chat on the phone.
somehow i start to communicate with her husband.
part of that involves me telling him how i can hook him up with someone/thing sexually exciting. i tell his wife this. if we can time it right then it means we can be together while he is being all excited.
as this is a dream we all suddenly live on the same road, which is very long and very straight. we live either side of it and there is a very large glass partition down the centre of it.
contact with husband is established. plan goes into operation.
but now i can’t remember how to contact the wife.
but i can see her we are almost opposite each other. i try to get her to look at me but she doesn’t.
husband is getting a little annoyed because he is waiting.
i can see him, he is in a bedroom that is several doors down from the wife.
the sides of the road we are own are moving in the opposite directions.
i can see her sleeping.
i can see him sitting up waiting.
she wakes. looks to me. i mime her phoning me (i can’t remember her email, website or phone number).
she phones i explain the situation. she gets excited. she gives me her contact details.
i then have to go out to do some bits and pieces in order to make the thing work for the husband.
because of the moving straight roads i need to find the right place to cross.
i find a zebra crossing that does what i need it to do, there is a strip of grass and a low metal fence along side it. i cross and then i seem to end up in a big square that is very brightly lit with neon lights and signs.
i know that both of them are waiting. that time is fast running out.
then i hear something about basketball. itv is announcing something about the nba and the england international jim rosenthal drones on about it, but mentions that the game is on tv at 10 that night. it is now 6. i need to get back in order to watch it.
now i have a panic about all the things i have to do.

(dream ends).

school crimes

2008-10-12T14:16:00.000+01:00

it starts with me (perhaps it is not me, but the performer of the dream movie i am watching) walking into a large empty school assembly hall. i stand and look around me, i am in slight awe of the building structure it is polished ornate wood. spotlessly clean, it cries out money and success. form where i stand there is a stage behind me with gorgeous red curtains, in front of me there are a number of double doors, all like burnished bronze, all closed. on the right side there is a balcony and to the left there is a wall of windows.
i am standing outside of a pool of light.
in the light is samuel l jackson he is dressed in a smart dark suit, he is talking to a slim porcelain skinned redhead. from the way they are speaking it is obvious that she is his student. he is congratulating her for her performance; she is smiling at him and is holding her instrument bag.
he walks her out of the hall.
i stand still and drink in the atmosphere. (this is the strange thing, this is pretty much the assembly hall of my comprehensive school, and the only difference is the opulence of the dream version and reality. this all adds to the feeling that this is a movie).
sam l jackson comes back in, he is joined by harry lennix (who played lock in the matrix movies) they are both smiling and conspiratorial. neither of them see me, i move further into the darkness. they are talking in low tones i can’t hear them, as they get further into the hall they get a little louder, they get more excited, they start laughing. they start celebrating but this is the celebration of someone who has scored a winning goal, they run around, the butt chests, they slam fists against the walls.
i am a little worried about this. i am not sure what i am witnessing but i know i shouldn’t be here.
then i hear some of what they say and they are talking about murder, death and overthrowing the authorities.
i make a noise (so like the movies). they hear. i run. i seem to be wearing a large bomber jacket type thing (it is probably a letter jacket) a white t-shirt and a large check shirt and faded slightly baggy jeans. i burst through the double doors at the end. this takes me into an empty reception space, which has gleaming cabinets packed with medals and awards. i keep running through this and out in the schoolyard, i run between some outside classrooms. i can hear them after me. i keep running.
i run down the spine of the school and then double back. i am approaching the doors to the schools. it is dusk, but there are a lot of students going into the school. as i go to enter the school i ditch the jacket.
when i get into the school there is an announcement that there is a problem in the school and that people are to leave.
the announcement seems to say that there are no taxis, no cars and no public transport and that people will have to walk.
i join the exiting crowd. it is a large school and seems to have all ages in it.
i keep walking. it doesn’t take long to leave the very urban school and to enter very leafy suburbs. the flood of students has thinned out.
i get my mobile and call the emergency services, for a moment i panic and i think that the phone is dead. i think i can hear something so i say “hello, hello anyone there?”
a hesitant soft old voice replies “yes”. the accent is west country english. i am confused, i look around and then i realise that i am not in an american school, i am in the north of england in small village streets.
i try to explain that there is murder being planned, but i can’t say where i no longer know the address. i can’t see street names. there is something in the voice and tone on the other end of the phone that lets me know i have made a mistake in calling. they know where i am.
i drop the phone and keep moving.
i enter a park. there is a large group of people they are slowly moving forward to pay homage to a large pile of children’s clothes.
i ask someone what is going on. they say that a number of children have gone missing, presumed dead, that this was a vigil and giving prayer event. as people moved by the pile they take an item of clothing.
somehow it is linked to my recent run in with sam and harry.
i know that if i solve that link i am saved and so are the children.

(dream ends)

a return to places old

2008-10-08T13:42:00.000+01:00

i am back in the old warehouse where i used to count and pack comics. it has a very gothic feel to it. i am working in the offices upstairs. it could be the weekend; it could be night there is a skeleton staff working in the place. i am waiting for people to leave.
i am standing on the little platform outside the office door. it is raining hard in that hollywood style, i seem to be in it but i am not wet.
someone is talking to me. i say i have a few more hours of work to do to. he replies that he is nearly finished. the people in the warehouse are nearly finished also. i tell them i will lock it up.
everyone leaves.
i start to think of picking up all the comics have been missing, i am quite excited by the idea.
when i go downstairs to start locking up i go around the corner to check on something or another. when i return to the warehouse i am coming back to it from a completely different direction to the one i left it. instead of coming through a wooded area towards the warehouse, which now seems to be alone with the feeling of being on the edge of a cliff. the office door glows white. it is a little spooky. there is no sound.
as i approach the door i suddenly remember that i don’t know how to set the alarms. do i punch in some numbers to deactivate it, use a key to turn it off or swipe a fob on it?
the confusion mounts and the dream fades.

taylor spits

2008-10-07T07:35:00.000+01:00

i have been here before.
i a standing outside in the garden. i am looking up at a large box window that overlooks the garden.
taylor comes to the window to looks out.
a voice over happens it says that taylor has to spit five times a day; today she has gone somewhere else to spit, rather than her usual place of this window.
she notices me looking up at her and smiles.
all of a sudden there is a green splurge on the window, it spreads out on the window and fades.
i nod my head and clap.
i get another gob, this one is much larger, and it is a larger cloud of lighter green. it fills a large chunk of the window.
i clap more and louder.
another gob, a more intensive one this time.
then another.
then the final one it is large watery and explodes across the full width of the window.
it covers the lower half of the window.
(in each case they all seem to fade away).

as i am standing in the garden someone comes out into the garden. i can’t remember who but i think it might have been a wwe wrestler either ddp or stone cold steve austin.
next thing i am exiting a black stretch limo.

and that is all i can remember.
(i am pretty sure that i have dreamt about spitting against the window before including the fact that it has to be 5 times a day).

not quite home

2008-10-06T13:21:00.000+01:00

i am not sure about this dream, but i do think that having a cold is making me dream more.
there are parts of this dream that make me think that i am just playing over a film trailer i have seen but can’t quite place. the dream is a curious tone that is a sort of mix of sepia, insect skin colour and the tone of decay.
it feels like i am watching the dream rather than i am in the dream.
the lead characters may have been adventurers, they may have been explorers, sports superstars or actors but whatever they were they are no longer where they were supposed to be. three of them are dressed in what look to be a racing uniform and stand next to a rugged looking sports car. another small group are a little bit away from them and they are in a support truck, one of the support truck team is wearing a big black hat and has a zappa moustache that has moved into comedy territory.
all of them look a little confused and a little worried.
they are in a large open street, there are building on either side, they look very substantial but they are on 3 or 4 floors high. the road looks to be hard packed mud.
there are crowds in front of them, behind them and to the sides of them.
they are being cheered.
the three racers/stars have no idea what is going on.
their car is being towed forward and they are walking beside it. the lead man on one side his co-star and leading lady on the other side.
none of them seem to want to go into the car.
the car goes forward, they go with it. support truck follows them.
the black hat shouts out to then get in the car. they all pointedly ignore him.
co- star turns to leading man and says over the roof of the car – you should get in, you are the star.
leading man replies – i am not getting in there.
all of them are nervously stealing a glance at the bonnet of the car, but none of them looking at the car.
leading lady says – think of them as your fans.
the joke doesn’t break the ice.
the crowd moves with the car. they are in a moving bubble of space.
the crowd is enthusiastic, but doesn’t appear to be human, it is as if henson puppets had mated with the dark denizens of the cthuthlu and then dressed as if they were appearing in an end of the wild west film.
on the bonnet of the car are a number of writhing beasts that are slithering and slaking all over it, their faces looking at the stars. there is no threat, they seem happy to have the stars here.
just that the stars are not happy to be there.
the crowd in front is a mix of creatures large and small, solid and wobbly. there is an element of comedy about them – some look like they could have stepped out of hr puffenstuff while others look like they would only be happy in the recesses of your own worst nightmares. some amble along others look like every movement just causes pain and discomfort to them and those around them, some are slender others are just rolls of blubber that move in ways you can’t understand. some are like people, others are like great wild animals.
none of them are the same.

cut from there to outside the leading man’s flat. the stars look tired. the support truck has gone and the crowds are not there.
the leading lady wants a drink, the co-star wants to rest, and neither of them wants to go into the building until the star has okayed it.
he mumbles some curses at them and makes his way in.
it is a taller building than the others they have seen.
his flat is close to the top of the building.
the corridors are dimly lit, there is a mottled pattern on the wall it could be pages out of a book of leaf patterns, except that all of them look like they are dead and rotting and that if you look at them too long they seem to move, to float in a diseased jelly. the star makes his way to his flat.
goes to open the door.
hanging on the door is a jug and there seems to be a tea like substance in it, but not enough tea bags dangling in it.
he says – looks like you aren’t getting a drink again.
(although there is no way of knowing it is obvious in the dream that this is a joke at the expense of the leading lady and refers to something that has happened earlier in the movie).
he crosses the corridor to a rubbish room and empties the jug.
he then enters his room. it looks like the corridor in terms of décor, but all the furniture is also covered in this odd moving decaying style.
he is not sure if the place has been ransacked or he is just messy.
he goes to the kitchen to make some drinks.
bits of the décor float off from their surroundings to greet him. he gives a little scream.
and calls down to the leading lady and co-star that it is ok to come up.

(can’t remember any more).

blue and white dress: off to see the wizard

2008-10-05T10:08:00.000+01:00

i am on a spying mission. i am with my partner a little fat man, who is balding but has a very large moustache. he wears what appears to be a suit that would not be out of place in a period drama, you could be easily mistaken for thinking that he was auditioning for the part of dr. watson in a sherlock holmes movie.
i have no idea what we are looking for.
i know we are in a part of london that is familiar but is also nothing at all like london.
we are near a playground that has lots of basketball courts on it, each of them surrounded by mesh fences; it is all very much like a maze.
we are walking around talking to people.
we meet a tall amazonian black girl at once she is both ancient and young, serious and flirty. she is taller than both of us. she is wearing a long blue and white gingham dress, a bright white blouse, white tights and flat shoes. her hair is in two pigtails, tied with big ribbons. she appears ready to find the wizard.
we ask her questions.
she takes us back to her place.
she goes to bed.
we can both see that she is stretched out naked on her bed. we both make some less than subtle jokes about her wantonness, awarding scores for her sexuality.
i approach her.
she talks of the goddess. we entwine.
i wake up, sprawled alone on the bed.
she is up and about. she is still naked and she is walking around she is talking to herself. she turns to me and says, “are these your keys?” i say yes (and they are indeed the keys i use to open my front door in the real world). she smiles and says that won’t do. she drops them and goes looking for the keys she needs. as she walks she is sometimes naked, she is sometimes dressed as she was before.
without being told i know she is looking for some keys so that she can open the doors to her shop that is across the road.
she wants to go there to get a small iron, there is no reason given for why she wants this small iron. but there is a sense of foreboding about it.
she approaches a pile of clothes that belong to my partner (he is nowhere to be seen) and pulls out his identity card and badge. she smiles at me. she had found the key.
she takes it to the door, presses it against the door and it opens.
my dream self does not see the rest.
she is dressed, she starts to look on the shelves that are there.
in the dream a feeling of inevitability occurs and fills the whole scene. my dreamself does not witness what takes place.
to look on the shelves she has perched herself, almost cartoon like; on a pile of boxes and chairs, she leans impossibly from this tower to the shelves. below her sitting down and looking at another pile of stuff is my partner. they are totally unaware of each other.
as she looks, she seems to move things to another place, this “shelf” appears invisible but it holds the items she places there. one of the things she moves is a small iron still in its box, it is no longer important to her. she smiles she seems to have find what she wants. to get to it she needs to push some more things away. in doing that she overbalances, topples and knocks stuff on to her. even though she is trapped her left arm shoots out and hits the pile of objects she has moved. this causes them to fall.
this all ripples down onto my partner and somehow manages to make him fall and kill himself.
there is a comedy horror element to it all.
both bodies are still and trapped under the debris of consumer life.

back on the bed my dreamself has not seen any of this.
it is almost as if i had forgotten both the black amazon and my partner. i go out i have a camera with me and i walk along the road. i come to this building. it is a fantastically ornate building. the front of which is a mixed of intricately carved wooden panels and steps leading to church doors. the wooden panels are beautiful. yet they appear to be roughly done, as if not yet finished, though there is no doubt that they are complete.
i want to take photos of these panels but i am not sure that i can. there is no one to ask.

then i am back in a flat it could be the shop that my partner and the black amazon where crushed in, or it could be a flat that used to belong to my mum. my dreamself is not sure. i am not even sure if it is now in london.
there is a door that appears to lead to the shop, i need to lock this door, but i can’t find the key.
i do no want to leave the flat with that door open. this seems to be important.
i look in lots of drawers (that echo the wooden panels of the other building) but find nothing.
i think to myself that i could let a friend stay here and that way i wouldn’t have to worry about the door. i could also come back sometimes after work as well.

that seems to end the dream.

dreams x 2

2008-09-28T12:59:00.000+01:00

so i am coming down with a cold. my head feels like it has been kicked a few times. and i have dreamt.
firstly it was i in an office. it was one of those glitzy movie offices everything was clean surfaces, bright metal, multiple computer screens, big windows. i am working at my desk, tipping and tapping at the keyboard; i have a screen in front of me and a screen above me. on the lower screen an email pops up. the email requests my advice on how to run a campaign and promote boris johnson, and it is from boris himself.
i make a bit of a “oh boy” kind of noise.
my colleague and business partner turns to me and asks what is going on.
i look to him and say we have a big job. he looks happy.
the odd part of it is that he is also boris johnson.
we start to map out the ideas we have for the campaign.
i wake up.

next night.
i am walking along a canal; it could be the one near the office i used to work in at stratford. it seems a little overcast. i am there for a reason. i am going to interview a star. in the middle of the canal standing on a barge dressed in jeans and a tight grey jumper and a white long sleeved top underneath it. he is also wearing round rim metal glasses. he is working hard at something on the canal, he might be pulling something, he might be digging something, not sure, but he is working hard, and looks quite deep in concentration.
he is bruce springsteen.
i start asking him questions.
we get around to talking about one of the ex members of the band, who is causing a stir at the moment. the member in question is df (fans will know who). in the dream df had left the band and was back as a member of the tour party (this is obviously influenced by the recent story about pink floyd). there is one song in the set that is not going quite right, and the band members all persuade bruce that df needs to be able to play the introduction as that is what is off. bruce doesn’t understand why he would want to do it as it is just a little above playing chopsticks. one of the other things bruce is concerned about is putting df back into the spotlight. he had walked, and left bruce in the lurch and now he wants to come back. df has agreed to do it in the dark, so that the fans can’t see him. bruce reluctantly agrees. a few candles on stage make sure that the fans see df. bruce is not best pleased because all through the night there are chants for df.
bruce is off the barge, we are standing looking from land, and we are now looking out to the sea. i am stilling asking questions. taking photos as well.
bruce is back on the barge. he continues about the df situation by saying he always makes sure that members of the band are well set, they all get as much royalties as possible. he is striding up and down the barge as he talks. i am looking down at bruce, the weather is chill. his voice is dropping there is a touch of regret and humour in it as he says “and df has done better than anyone from it….”
dream ends.
(and i have to add that this is a dream and has no insight in how to bruce and his band interact).

lights camera action

2008-09-21T12:36:00.000+01:00

i wanted to be a policeman. it was a dream. never happened. colour blindness. it could be a reason why i like crime novels so much.
in the dream i seem to be at a funeral. it is the funeral of a city official. there are many people gathered, there are many graves, all with very low headstones. no one is looking to a grave they are all looking forward to where people will face them to give a eulogy. many are dressed in uniforms, at the back of crowd there is a gaggle of people who are in suits, from their top pockets dangle their detective badges.
now because this is a dream the graveyard/ funeral is taking place in the open and sometimes indoors.
i am there with a set of camera.
as i walk to the back i notice that all the graves have cameras placed on them so as to catch the speakers who will be standing in front of the grave. each of the camera are different styles, they form a history of hand-held cameras.
i take position at the back and take my camera out and prepare to take some photos of the speakers. although i have a large camera i am trying to keep a low profile.
i am there because i am trying to track someone down. someone who has done something that makes him a dirty copper.
as i take photos i am mingling.
i have a cover story. something about being the estranged boyfriend of a cop who is there trying to find her.
as i am taking photos i am changing the lenses on the camera.
i notice that there is something wrong with the camera, it looks like the glass has melted. i change it and then it looks like it has been dappled. i take a photo and it looks like a line drawing rather than a photo. so there is a little bit of panic about me.
i am leaning up against a wall, there is a window and i am looking outside.
there is an announcement and the detectives start to move out, for some reason i think i should move out with them. i go back to my seat, sort of stuff out of my bag and then leave, going into a corridor i realise that people are looking at me. i go the other way down the corridor; luckily there is a toilet there, as i go i rehearse my cover story.
the toilet turns out to be a combination of dining area, fishpond and toilets. the tables to eat from are wooden slatted things that you see in gardens, bright pine. the kitchen/serving area is closed, the doors to it looking very much like they have been knocked up from any piece of wood that could have been found.
i am the only person in there.
to get to the toilets you have to wade through the fishpond.
as i start to wade the radio starts and a child and mum are being interviewed about how nice the oasis boys were. the sound is large, tinny and echoes all over. oasis seem to have given the family a lot of cash so that the kid can get something it needs. there is surprise and happiness in the voices of the family.
the pond water looks very dirty, there are plastic toys floating in it. i am not keen to walk through it.

dream ends.

can you smell what the hamlet is cooking?

2008-09-03T23:10:00.003+01:00

as ever with my dreams i forget the best parts of them pretty soon after i have had them. this one is not much different. i am not even sure i can remember the highlights of it.
but what i can remember involves me being in a production of hamlet. i can't work out if it is an am-dram thing or some major public art performance piece. either way the thing is a 60-hour performance, and is being put on in a very large buiding rather than a stage.
there is a person sitting at a desk and i go up to them to find out if i have missed my part or not, they direct me to a wall chart that has a very complex running order that says when each line is to be spoken and who delivers the line. i look and see i am still in time to say my line.
i feel a bit happier.
i wander over to where the other performers are. i get involved in a conversation with triple h.
it all makes sense.

24/7/2008 Dream

2008-08-19T06:49:00.002+01:00

I'm in an army truck, after some apocalyptical disaster. I sit in the back, being thrown around whilst someone else drives...

then

I'm trying to get to see the president of the USA, who is being played by Martin Sheen (of course). I want to show him the DVD of Barack Obama that I have, and it's so important that he sees it that I begin to cry, but he walks off and as I struggle to eject the disc from the player in the oval office I turn and see him in an appalling false beard and he hasn't listened to anything I've said and is escaping from the white house to go and get stoned.

And then I wake up.

Nightmare

2008-07-06T14:51:00.002+01:00

last night I was in a crowd of well wishers all seeing me off. I couldn't tell if it was a plane or boat I was leaving on as there were too many people. I was surrounded by a warm glow and love was all over me. It felt great to have so many saying goodbye, waving, cheering, adoring me. I turned to leave the crowd to venture forth in my destination only to realize, I didn't plan on traveling. I didn't plan on leaving my family, or friends to go off alone with none of my loved ones. I started panicking, unaware of who scheduled this trip and why wasn't I informed of the itinerary. Panic turned into all out fear, I was sweating, my heart was beating hard and fast. I looked to see what mode of transportation I was to go on and there was none in sight. There was nothing to see but a blank. I turned to run back, run down toward the crowd of well wishers, the ones who love me but, my arms were caught tight, splayed out to the sides as if held. I couldn't run; head turned, the crowd was gone. I was falling, falling, falling...

Raw like Sushi

2008-07-02T20:49:00.002+01:00

In my dream I'm slicing bits off tuna and eating it ..
just tiny slivers off of a piece of red, red tuna ( the tuna is outrageously red in the dream.)
slicing the thin slices and them going into my greedy mouth

Me, Tuffy P and Emily Carr

2008-06-21T16:20:00.002+01:00

...had to save the world from killer aliens from a bad planet. And to do it, Emily hatched a plan for me and Tuffy P to blow up an art museum that had been infiltrated by aliens. These aliens were really nasty and had taken over most of the major centres. However, we were part of an underground helping people escape to unoccupied areas and at the same time attacking alien positions. Through much of the dream, we were moving around through tunnels underneath office buildings after successfully blasting the art museum. That's all the detail I remember.

film

2008-06-19T00:50:00.002+01:00

this is the tail-end of a dream.
i am in a shop. i am with an old friend (someone in real-life i have not seen in something like 7 years and not spoken too much in that time). she is talking the sales person, who looks like he might be a plastic person, but he is not quite, his very smooth skin is just a shade wrong, his hair is almost quiff like, with black rimmed glasses. i am not sure what they are talking about. she is giving him the "oh-i-am-a-girl-i-can't-do-that" look and seems to be getting her way with him.
i am standing down the counter to her right.
i am fiddling with something on the counter.
the sales person seems to be irritated with me doing that.
i move something. in doing that a load of film spools drop to the floor.
i am trying to pick them up without looking too much like an idiot.
one roll of film is under my bare foot. it takes me a while to realise it is there.
by the time i have gotten it from under my foot i can see that several of the frames on the film have changed colour from where my foot has stood on it.
this is shown in big close up.

end of dream.

homes

2008-06-07T11:56:00.000+01:00

it seems when i dream i dream of homes. oh ok i am sure i do dream of other things but the few small fleeting pieces i tend to remember are the ones where something happens in a house.
in this one i have a place in a rather large ornate building.
something has happened to get all the residents together. we are milling around, talking, discussing. it is late summer’s evening and night is drawing in.
whatever it was that has gotten us all up has been resolved and people are returning to their flats in the gothic bauhaus it could have been a school-church-hospital building we are living in.
i am the last to leave. i am just standing in the garden looking up the street. it is long, wide and empty, not a soul about. at the top is a building that could be hawksmoor’s christchurch. behind it is the last of the dying sun, above it is a halo of dark night and vicious clouds. a perfect photo i think. better get the camera and tripod.
but realising i have forgotten my key i decide to not disturb anyone by climbing the outside of the building to get to my flat.
as i climb up the christchurch look-a-like is replaced by something with a dome.
i

A trip in time, and to France

2008-05-19T12:27:00.002+01:00

I had this dream camping in Pennsylvania a few days ago. I was transported back in time to age 18, then as an 18 year-old, transported back to post WWII France. It seemed my uncle H needed some kind of mechanical part and my mother dispatched me from Toronto to France to deliver it to him. Off I went. It turns out that part was for a home-made musical instrument, but I don't recall the specifics. I recall that H was playing a clarinet-like horn whose bell looked like somebody's good silver-wear, very elaborate. H had an orchestra of noise musicians in my dream who all played wacky instruments. I was invited to join the band. I happened to have my button accordion there, even though at 18 I didn't play the button accordion. Some guy offered to convert it to a horn by adding a mouthpiece and a hose. I accepted the offer. H lived in an elaborate apartment with off-white broadloom and everyone was tracking mud through the apartment. H just kept saying, oh don't worry yourself over that.

Finally it was time to go home and I was taken to the airport. This led to a second part of the dream which I don't recall except that it had to do with an adventure lost in a parking garage at the airport in Paris.

27/3/08 Dream

2008-03-29T09:18:00.003Z

It starts as one of those usual car driving anxiety dreams. This is not unusual - I'm learning to drive.

Anyway, in the dream I'm not really in control of the car at all. I can't remember who is sitting next to me, or indeed where we're going, but the car is running away from me...and I'm struggling to retake control. I stamp down on the brake pedal too late and the car goes into the car in front, causing a domino effect of shunting along the line of cars in front of me...

And then the scene changes and I'm showing Cassie from Skins some porn pictures on my computer. She's judging them, giving her approval or disapproval as she clicks from one image to the next.

And then I wake up.

What a Party

2008-03-16T14:47:00.002Z

A nice dream last night - but so ridden with symbolism even I can guess at much of it. I was in my old home town and was invited to a party by a tall, handsome, gray haired, blue eyed man, whose physical presence was comforting, yet exciting. I bought new silver shoes with sparkles, and a silver dress with an intricate front, the intricacies being created by fabric folds. My hair however was done in corn rows and had a big purple bow like those from a present and it sat smack on top of my head.

He took me in and introduced me to friends. The home was awesome - high ceilings and beautifully decorated. The gathering, if you were familiar with my home town, would not be existing anywhere near that home town - these were people most of the home towners would make fun of because they were highly educated, interesting, world traveled, "green," health food conscious folks, all formally dressed talking about art, travel, books and ideas. I felt a bit ignored however. I was sure it was because of my cornrow hairdo and slightly swollen ankles in silver slippers. But I was accepting of the corn row do on a white girl like me because it really signified my feelings of being "different" which is a part of me that I accept. However, I did remove the bow and loosen the corn rows and fluff them out some.

The party went on with the guy being very attentive, then disappearing, off and on. Finally, everyone was getting ready to leave and I began to investigate the front folds of my gown and found a pillow sewn in the front. I removed it, unfortunately in front of dream guy, and told him I would sew up the ragged hem of the tear.

Then I realized that I didn't know where I had left my car because I had come to the party with Dream Guy. About that time he told me that he was married. He directed me to someone who could help me find my car. Feeling big and clumsy, I made my way through the leaving party guests and went to a garage that had black windows. My car was inside the garage and was covered in branches and leaves. That was the end of my dream.

28/2/08 Dream

2008-02-29T06:04:00.004Z

I'm outside the Plant Centre at work and trying to get my (fictional) girlfriend's sister to like me.

It's raining heavily outside and at one point the two of us are left alone whilst the (fictional) girlfriend goes off to check on something.

Silence. I can't think of a clever way to break this which will in some way thaw her out, so we stand there looking out in different directions onto the pouring rain, as if this is absolutely natural.

Later we're let into the Plant Centre and I try to talk slightly too loudly to the staff, as if to show this sister a) that I know people and b) that they like me. The staff are in turn slightly bewildered by my behaviour and don't really help me out. My (fictional) girlfriend is grumpy about something else, incredulous at some bit of wrong information or nonsensical stock positioning, and has no time to realise my plight. The sister stares invisible daggers into my hairy back.

And then I wake up.

Brain Drain

2008-01-21T00:12:00.001Z

I dreamed that I was in a long building with a hallway and rooms on each side. I was with a friend. We were just looking down the hall. My left nostril was stopped up and I found the reason it was stopped up was because our brains had been tampered with and part of them removed. About a fourth of her brain was on the floor, with an intricate mapping design in one part of it. That was significant to us but we didn't know why.

I then attempted to clear my nose and couldn't because a piece, looking sort of like an intestine was what was clogging the nostril. I took some thin scissors and clipped that part off, it was a little bloody. Then I threw the part on the floor next to my friend's brain.

We were wondering how we could find out what happened and how we could compensate for the loss of part of our brains. We wondered if the parts could be put back in. Then the dream ended.

in a hospital, recording with Bob

2008-01-07T12:56:00.001Z

I was on a lake and with some other people and we were cutting ice to use for summer because we didn't have refridgeration. Then suddenly I'm on a river, a crazy roiling river, and there is a woman there that I know but I can't remember who she is, and she is helping people raft down a set of insane rapids on small pieces of carpet. Then suddenly again, I'm in a hospital. I'm not sick though, and I don't know why I was there. I don't think I was visiting anyone. Then I see Bob Dylan there, and he says, hey mister anchovy, you gotta help me. I have to record this song. So, we start looking around for an examination room. We found one, but there was a doctor in there. He said, no problem guys, I could use a break, and he sits back and puts up his feet on the desk. Bob pulls out a 1970s cheapo cassette recorder, the kind with a "condensor mic", pulls out his guitar and hands me a uke. Now, I'm not a uke player, and I told him so, but he said don't worry, you'll do fine. We start playing this song, and I can't remember it at all, and I'm trying to accompany Bob on uke, but one of the strings seems to be growing and doing whatever it wants to do. I mention this to Bob, and he says, hey don't worry, nobody will know the difference.

him again

2007-12-27T00:22:00.000Z

I'm with the guy in the red t shirt again. I'm keeping him hidden in a shed or shack, down a path, through familiar fields. I'm hiding him from my boyfriend. Sneaking away to bring him supplies hidden in my bag amongst the usual chaos.

We're on the top floor of a museum, making out? doing something dirty anyway...
And then suddenly I'm outside and surrounded by water, the landscape has changed and the whole place is channels and islets. Soft fescue being slowly covered by the rising water, tiny silver bubbles trapped between the soft blades.
On many of these islets and in the channels between them stand water pumps, faucets, spigots... under them stand huge stone basins or enamel Belfast sinks. Some of these are like standpipes poking out of the sea. Is it the sea? I think it's tidal, ebbing and flowing... an estuary maybe.
I'm moving over the surface of the water, I can't tell how, but I'm travelling away from the museum and I can't control my trajectory. I'm being drawn away, on and on. Somehow I know that I've lost him.

I dont know

2007-12-10T19:09:00.000Z

I can't remember the dream much..
it was very bright..like technicolor..
there was a wicked witch / stepmother ( green face and all)
I had magic stones i had dropped that were scattered around a room and i woke up screaming for my mice to come and collect all the stones.

except it sounded like mahh..mahhhhh...mahhhhh
( i tried to go back to sleep again..it was just a REAL dream..but oh well..I yearned for that dream all day)

Venezualians

2007-12-07T17:48:00.000Z

Last night I dreamt I was back at my parents, I had just woken up and was looking out of my bedroom window. My father's vegetable garden is directly below it. In my dream three big five foot deep trenches had been dug. Along side each trench were gigantic gourds which were either being planted or extracted. The whole operation was being conducted by Hugo Chavez the Venezuelan President.

27/11/2007 Dream

2007-12-06T08:48:00.001Z

And it's in some kind of hall where there's a posh dinner party going on or something, but anyway I'm there with my dead father. He's younger and kinder than I remember him being most of the time when he was alive, and we are meticulously going through all of his possessions deciding what should be kept and what should be given away and what should be thrown out.

And then I wake up. And I'm crying uncontrollably, so much that it affects me throughout the whole of the rest of the day.

Longing

2007-12-04T10:24:00.000Z

Someone's standing behind me, their hand on my tummy, over my hips, under my breasts. Holding me gently close. But I mustn't look. If I turn around there's nobody there.
He whispers to me that he wants to give me something, so that I will remember him later. It's only small he says, as he pulls my jeans away from my tummy and drops it down inside. A tiny metallic something falls into the shadows between my jeans and my belly.
When I wake up, I have to resist the urge to search through yesterdays trousers.

ceramics and cake

2007-11-17T12:21:00.000Z

I dreamed that I was setting up an exhibition, at some kind of art fair. Some of the people I'm sharing my stand with l know; Jack from my old class, and Nahem from long ago. Some I don’t know so much as know of. They are a couple I've come into contact with at fairs before- with a reputation for being surly, secretive and thinking that they’re great....
There's also a younger girl I don't know at all helping.
I'm tired and hot; my head is swimmy (not unlike real life). Two of the pieces I have with me are large torsos, from neck to thighs, and I'm admiring the way that they are made with one large slab slumped into a mould.... in places you can see little details, hip bones, labia, moles, skin texture... one of these pieces is two layers the top layer is grey stoneware, clearly under fired a little. It's like a towel or shirt draped over the larger torso underneath it. The under layer is earthenware, fired quite high; it's gone dark and chocolaty. I’m staring at it wondering how I’ll ever get it hung... where my space is going to be within the stand... I’m looking closely at the details... and I fall asleep

I dream that I'm on a bus heading towards a huge shopping centre; I’m exchanging pleasantries with two random handbag girls who are actually being quite friendly. When we get off the bus (it terminates at the shopping complex) I say something about really needing to pee, and they say something like 'yes, us too, lets go look for the bathroom together'.... this seems reasonable so we all set off. It one of those huge mall places, with different floors and walkways between huge chain stores and we seem to walk for an age, going up and up and trying to follow signs that always seem to end a dead-end, I stop a uniformed employee to ask about the direction that one sign is pointing (towards a blank wall) and when I turn around the two girls are gone. I think I hear muffled giggling from behind some of the racks of clothes but I decide to just continue my search alone. Shortly at the top of a ramp I see what I’m sure will be the lady's. I begin to walk into the corridor and inside I see in the mirror the reflection of a man, I come back a few steps to check the sign is for the female toilets and as it is I am a bit flummoxed... In the end the fact that I need to pee rules my thinking and I enter the room. I'm shocked at how dirty it is, and oddly the cubicles have huge yellow electric doors that swing in an arc when they open and when they close for part of the wall of the cubicle. The green LCD displays on the outside inform me that they are both presently occupied. The only other person waiting is the black man I saw in the mirror. This is all far too weird and I wake up....

I'm lying on the floor of the exhibition stand, near to the foot of someone’s large plinth. I look around and see that Nahem's work is all up on the wall, little figures stood proud of the walls surface on little steel rods, all of different lengths giving the appearance of a kind of undulating wave made up of these little delicately thin ceramic people. Besides these are hung portraits of people’s faces, subtly coloured oils, frighteningly lifelike.
Looking around for my own work I see the large torso I had been examining when I feel asleep laying on the floor, something has happened to it and the upper layer of grey has broken away in two large pieces. Part of me is appalled and freaked out about this disaster, but part of me is fascinated by what I can see of the layer underneath- textured skin where it's puckered around the nipples, the tiny mole on the labia, the delicately incised marks of hairs along my collarbone... I decide that I have to ignore the breakage and concentrate on displaying this piece to its best advantage. Looking around I try to work out where my own area is, I get up and walk around the space which is like an L shaped room now that the cladding is all up. I step around the corner and se Jack's space, his coloured belly and big sploshy coloured paintings, the cladding behind his own space is painting many rainbow shades, merging into one another, dotted and glittered and spangled with delicate decorative designs. I realise that the only empty wall ids the one besides his, it hasn’t been painted white and you can see a design of faces or masks coming through the first undercoat. They're wide eyed leering faces, mocking me. I know that I’m going to need help setting up as time is short and I look around to see who may be available to assist me hanging me work. The younger girl from before is still around and I approach her to ask for help, she seems amenable but is tired from all that she has done that day. I ask her if there’s anything I can do for her? She turns and points to where a catering stand has been set up whilst I was sleeping, under the glass are some enticing looking cream cakes and patisserie. I agree that this would be more than a fair trade and we start to queue up, we're talking about whether we should get two different types and half them so we can try more, and somehow we choose the most attractive looking gooey creations, we pay the woman at the till and begin to come away with our goodies on white paper plates.....

and I wake up.

school daze

2007-11-16T10:44:00.000Z

I dreamed a boy. He was neither my current lover nor my boyfriend.

At the beginning of the dream I'm a new student in a school in a new country.
I'm hopelessly lost and he's hopelessly cute. He's not a stranger for long. I make the first move, expecting nothing but feeling cheeky. He doesn't respond immediately so I go off about my day, "nothing ventured nothing gained" I'm thinking. I'm not upset, I don't feel vulnerable, nor am I awaiting his word.
Much later I see him outside the school gates, he's watching for me. He say's something like "There's gona be nuff talk if I take on a woman", I tell him he's going to have to find a better way to describe the situation. Dark hair and wicked eyes, he's gentle with me, but even with a touch I'm alight.

I'm confident in my self, in my body and though he tries to guide me to the unspoken rules of the students. I flout them with a half smile. Wearing my high tops laced to the top, not turned over. Dressing in my usual messy assemblage, not polished and coiffured like the girls here.
I smile sweetly at the "who does she think she is?" from bints and handbag girls.

He works at some trendy venue, that I meet him at looking scruffy. He always raises one eyebrow at my 'get-up' and pulls me close...too self assured and passionate for a school boy, he sets me on fire.

It's a strange sensation, or situation... He's part of the cliques and hierarchy but he wants me, I who am 'no one'.

Somewhere in the middle of the dream I realise that I'm a student and he's a teacher. Not my own teacher, but I worry none the less that discovery would mean trouble. He teaches the younger children and I go and wait for him sometimes. Trying not to give him 'looks', or distract him from his lesson plan, I observe how he works with the kids. He makes the children feel empowered by their knowledge. He boosts their confidence and speaks to them like equals. I admire him for this very much.

By the end of the dream we are both teachers at the same school, although I'm a new member of staff, and he knows the place inside out. I still wait for him after class, he still sparks fire in my belly.

The changes are seamless and I think nothing of them until I wake.

At times during the dream I came close to the surface, but was desperate not to wake up. Even if I knew that it was not 'reality', to be allowed to belong with someone who made it feel right was far too tempting....

2007-11-04T20:24:00.000Z

I dreamed that I picked up a plastic snake off of my front porch. It then turned into a real snake, yellow and gray and attempted to bite me. It had sharp teeth throughout its mouth. I had to hold it by the head, the way snake-milkers do so it would not be able to bite me. Because of this I could not let it go. Then two more snakes, yellow, appeared in my left hand and I also had to hold their heads to keep them from biting. Somehow I switched to another frame where another really large snake I was holding to keep it from biting me, yellow with a gray head, had a huge head. It's teeth in front looked harmless, but the jaw teeth were so many and all sharp as needles. I thought, oh, well, it doesn't have fangs, but then I saw into the roof of its mouth where it had huge fangs, folded back into the roof of its mouth and I knew they were full of venom.

journey

2007-10-29T15:22:00.000Z

I'm in what seems to be a shopping centre, the interior is curved, domed, arched and covered in cream tiles, or it could be that it is built of glazed bricks. At the top the roof is mostly glass, filling the space with light that is softly reflected in the glossy surface of the walls, making the whole place appear to be glowing.

There are large flowing pools running into one another all through the centre of the space, fish keep putting their faces out of the water, doing little leaps; generally being cute.

Around the top of this large space is a walkway. It's cream plastic grid and looks dirty, brittle and slightly as though it's made of some children's construction toy; something akin to marble run, with rounded sections slotting into one another. At some points the walkway is just a foot or two from the ground, and other places it's way up near the ceiling and it has no rail or edge. Every now and then a shop assistant/security guard walks around it surveying the scene, when they get to the high sections I can see them cringe and struggle not to look down.At intervals around the walkway are smallish trees in pots, and when they pass one the guards have to walk right to the edge of the walkway and check that they are secure.

When we're done, I leave with Mum, in her car (which doesn't seem to be a totally ordinary ford escort any more...)
We're both lying back as we travel along between the edge of a large river and a high brick wall (not high- I can't climb over it, but high- six storeys ) and I'm watching the huge building pass beside us. Massive walls, narrow soaring buttresses, struts shaped like blades, turrets, walkways, gargoyles, bridges and rooms. Visible over the edge of the wall are also huge rounded sides of domes and arches, all exquisitely curved. Every part of the structure is made of perfectly tessellating dark red bricks. Every now and again we go through and arch, under a buttress or through a tunnel, all the time following the gentle contour of the building, like the curve of the earth.

All the while I'm just not concerned about who or what is driving or controlling the car, until I suddenly notice that we're approaching the end of the roadway and that all there is ahead is large open stretch of choppy water with another large brick building looming in the distance. Almost without warning the car shoots off the end of the track and plunges into the water. Bubbles boil all around, the noise of the churning water is everywhere, all around and everywhere inside me, I feel as though I can't breathe , even though inside the car is completely dry. Darkness swirls. Then with a sharp tug and a clanking sound the chains attached underneath the car take up the slack and begin to draw us along again...

2007-09-15T09:51:00.001+01:00

I dream that I had a ball of light, soft, warm, glowing.
Blue and green, swirling and spiralling inside.
Forming and unfurling.
Like a living koosh ball, with anemone tendrils of life,
swaying and moving and touching me.
A galaxy in the cup of my hands.

2007-09-15T08:56:00.000+01:00

I was staying in a weird hotel. Labyrinthine and old.
I'm sharing with a girl who I'm travelling with, and we have what seems to be a suite of rooms.Huge rooms with decades laid down like strata in layers of furniture and artifacts.A fifties kitchen suite beside a nest out Louis XIV chairs, massive plastic bowls and tubs in bright green stacks on chunky pine farmhouse tables....
It's fascinating and surprising, I'm fairly bewildered wondering around and peering at things, touching drapes and surfaces. The suite is very eccentric. Doors don't necessarily close, there are curtain rails all around the place where you wouldn't expect.
From the outset she's complaining and whining about the state of things, and what we haven't been provided with ('where's the hair dryer?'), saying that she's unable to put up with these substandard environment and will have to go and complain and move accommodation. I'm getting very frustrated with this attitude.
I'm trying to make the best of the situation and am wrapped up in a towel trying to figure out the best way to use a shower which has a huge antique rose but no shower tray, just a pile of ancient looking Persian carpets underneath..... when she bursts into the rooms though i have tried to lock the door- which seemed to be held together with paperclips. I say "what are you doing- get out of here I'm trying to wash!" she says " No you're not, you're not even wet".
And i go for her. I completely lose control and punch her, slap her scratch her... I get hold of her long hair pulling her head back, grabbing her left wrist I force it up her back to meet the hand with which i am grasping her hair. In this way I hold her hair and her arm in my left hand and have one hand free to pummel her with no chance of reprisal....
After a while two handbag girls come in and say that my behaviour is "inappropriate" (they're talking like teachers- in fact they may be). They make a half hearted attempt to free my opponent, but don't put much heart in it and eventually wander off....

I keep pinching and twisting and slapping, it seems my anger is inexhaustible....

Shep and my fat ass

2007-09-08T15:17:00.000+01:00

I was in my bedroom and in walks Shep!!

I INSTANTLY became very self conscious of my HUGE ass..and was walking backwards and shit..
Just trying to hide this massive ASS..

so we went to the beach..( ?? ..christ, dreams are fucked.. no?)

the beach was just a step outside my bedroom ..which was so handy..

then I woke up..

What the ?

2007-09-03T16:20:00.000+01:00

I'm at a party..
and walking around talking to really boring people..just wandering around ..trying to find someone with some sort of spark..
and I'm standing listening to some boring old man telling a group some boring old story..
then David Niven pops in and leans to me and starts telling me funny stories.!!!
i woke up in the middle of a really great story..
I miss ol David

boating

2007-09-03T15:13:00.000+01:00

I dreamed I was in a barge that was being renovated, whilst it was sailing along a river somewhere. Down inside it was just a big rusty metal shell, with plastic sheeting draped from the ceiling at intervals. There were builders in hi-vis jackets and work boots tramping around drilling and hammering and measuring things, and there I was curled up under a big white duvet in the corner, half asleep...

2/9/07 Dream

2007-09-03T06:22:00.001+01:00

I'm at a birthday party at a restaurant for Seth Rogen (from Knocked Up and Anchorman), who I know well for some reason.

He's not happy at this restaurant, but we're trying to make the best of it. I go off to the toilet, after having ordered fish and chips. When I come back he's clearly freaked out at everyone or something as everyone who has their food already is quietly eating, and he is seething in the corner. I look down at my huge portion of fish and kick myself for not ordering Calamari.

And then I wake up.

Cyndi Cyndi Cyndi

2007-08-31T12:25:00.000+01:00

I was in a strange country..in a strange bed ( really !!not the dream )

In my sleep , I saw my mom looking all sorrowful at me ..and she said
"Cyndi Cyndi Cyndi...what have you done ?"

I carried that dream all day ..it was so real..

( And mama..I have no regrets!!)

29/8/07 Dream

2007-08-30T00:35:00.000+01:00

I'm at a sit-down dinner party, lots of friends and family are there.

I'm standing up chatting to someone and as the dream progresses I realise that the person I am talking to is my dead father. He's younger but still bearded and saying lots of amusing things and clearly enjoying himself, so unlike the horrible twisted end of his life.

And in my dream I go hysterical at seeing him - I gasp for breath between loud wide-eyed sobs, grab at a nearby pillar to stop myself from falling...

And then I wake up. And I'm crying, quietly. My eyes are wet and I have to press my face against the back of the person sleeping next to me for the intense feeling of utter loss to go away.

And then I sleep...

And dream of the person sleeping next to me getting up and making themselves breakfast...consisting solely of popcorn.

And then I wake up. Again.

the Castle

2007-08-26T04:24:00.000+01:00

I was in an exotic place that in my dream I thought was Thailand. I had a companion, but I can't recall who it was. We were in a hurry to get somewhere, walking, and it was a long walk and at a certain point our travel led us into a castle, a very elaborate castle that had a complex of walkways and architectural styles. It reminded me of a castle at the top of a high hill near Sintra, in Portugal. We finally emerged on the other side of the castle and I realized I had left my camera somewhere in the building. I urged my companion to continue on, saying I would catch up, and I re-entered the castle. The problem was that when I re-entered, it didn't look anything like the castle I had just exited. The passageways were different, the decor was different, everything. It seemed like a maze, and I didn't know how I was going to get out, yet I found the camera. I also encountered two tigers in a cave who growled at me. At this point I awoke, and thought I want to fast forward this dream to a point where I am out of the castle, and I fell asleep again, but recall no more.

2007-08-22T19:48:00.000+01:00

I dreamt that my big brother emailed me telling me that he cared about me, and that he wanted to be in contact with me. When I realised it was a dream I was so sad....

Sore Thumb

2007-08-21T13:47:00.000+01:00

I dream of being at a party with hattiegrace and a lot of people I don't know. I am uncomfortable as I usually am in groups. Everyone looks so beautiful. I feel like a "clunk." Odd.

Barbie-pops

2007-08-20T20:06:00.000+01:00

I dreamt that I was at the mall with my boyfriend. We were sitting at a small round table somewhere in the food court drinking coffee. Beside us I notice a new stand, it has a sloped glass counter displaying all kinds of confectionery and alco-pops , there are a lot of pink sparkles around and a large back lit sign above it reads 'Barbie™'. There are several groups of girls sitting at the tables around it drinking pink sparkly (as in containing glitter, not necessarily bubbles) alco-pops from the bottles through twisty straws.

I'm sitting there thinking ; 'Sweets OK, but surely it's a little odd for the Barbie brand to be advertising alcohol...?' when an employee from the stand comes around from behind the counter carrying a tray with frilly paper decorations and samples of candy. He is, quite incongruously, a dark haired young man with a moustache, little goatee, ponytail and pink candy striped fabric apron with a spangly name tag. As he comes over to us he proffers the tray which contains rows of what look like chocolate tubes, I take one and bite into it to discover that it's filled with liqueur flavoured cream with a tiny chocolate stem all along the centre. I turn to thank the guy in the pink apron, he says that we are most welcome and calmly announces that these delicacies are called ' Finger F**ks' before moving off to the next table proffering his tray.....

Ramblin Jack sent us

2007-08-08T22:40:00.000+01:00

I dreamed I met up with Ramblin Jack Elliott. I was traveling with a friend and Ramblin Jack sent us somewhere. He had been picking his guitar and telling us stories, but he had to go, but first he sent us somewhere. I don't remember where exactly but it was hard to get to and I thought maybe it was in New Orleans and we were to meet up with somebody and say Jack sent us. All I remember.

Nightmares

2007-07-13T22:50:00.000+01:00

I keep dreaming of the County. Of light bulb boobs. Of self appointed grandeured faces, of meanness. Night after night after night. I want to dream something nice! Something green, something beautiful, something with light and hope, not meanness.

Paris Hilton

2007-06-28T17:13:00.001+01:00

I left the tv on last night ..

In my dream i was hanging out with Paris H's REAL bio parents..we were just doing stuff, and talking..

And the whole time I'm thinking wow..paris doesnt look like ya'll...but she looks so much like her adoptive mother..

I woke up this morning thinking it had been some news story on tv and was possibly real..

Dreams are so strange.

20/5/07 Dream

2007-05-21T13:50:00.000+01:00

I woke this morning from a dream where I was talking to Jo from college. She was bright and bubbly and we chatted animatedly, but in the back of my mind I was wondering how it was she was all better. We were laughing together as I woke up.

And of course it made me sad and desolate to find out it was a dream, and she wasn't well, still. And that I won't ever laugh with her again. But then...it was okay somehow. Because I remember, and will cherish those memories. Bless her.

Julia Roberts screwed me over!

2007-05-07T22:09:00.000+01:00

Okay, this is my first post in the iDream of Cliff-A-Go-Go blog, and there may not be too many from me because I don't remember my dreams very often. But this one I do remember:

I was trying on this gorgeous nightgown from La Perla (I'm getting married next month and have been having many wedding and lingerie-stress dreams). It was a sort of aubergine/purple floor length nightie with beautiful lace detail around the neckline. Anyway, I tried it on at the store and went out into the dressing room to look at it in the full length mirror.

Julia Roberts came over and shook her head. She did NOT like the way it looked. She grabbed a pair of large, rusty scissors and cut the entire bottom half off, so it became more of a camisole. Then she grabbed the neckline and cut all the beautiful lace detail off of the neckline. And once she did that, she went ahead and cut a few inches off my hair so it would hit the right place against the new makeshift neckline of the destroyed La Perla nightgown.

I said "Julia, what have you done? I can't wear this now!"

Julia Roberts huffed and folded her arms across her chest. "Well, I guess you can take it to a seamstress and have the hems fixed or something. But I think it looks good. My job here is done."

And she walked away.

I was very angry.

Hope you'll come visit me at my other blog, too! http://alexrichards.org.

1996 Dream

2007-03-30T12:15:00.001+01:00

I dream of trying to get on a countryside wall whilst out walking with some friends (can't remember who), and I put my hand straight in dogshit. I groan and try to wipe it on the grass, which seems to only spread it around. Spying a river down the hill, I amble down through trees and down beside a stony old bridge. It's moving and it's not water. The dark black seems to be going strangely and as I look closely, it's not water - the thing is a swarm/flock/pride (?) of dogs. Staffordshire Bull Terriers. Hundreds of them. They move almost noiselessly, and their black eyes stare up at me. I run back and up the countryside.

Weeks later, I go back with someone (who?) to show them, but there's nothing there. On the way up, we pass some turfed over mounds of earth, which are covered with polythene. I know that these contain poison belonging to some prolific British film director.

Then I wake up.

Nightmare ll

2007-03-29T01:59:00.000+01:00

I was going to visit a man I loved ( this is not any dude i've ever been in a real relationship with..a DREAM boyfriend) ..he had a friend at his house and I remember being so happy to see my dude and wanting his friend to leave.
My guy seemed happy, but very reserved..
Then they started butchering me ..
They were serial killers and while my guy held me down..the other dude was hacking me up.
I mainly remember the attitude my boyfriend had..serious and non caring..
And I was begging him to stop.

It was terrifying

Tara Reid

2007-03-26T14:12:00.000+01:00

In my dream i was talking to my cousininlaw daisy's sister ( she doesnt have a sister)
and reading a book that their father had written in 1954..( i actually checked the date out in my dream ..)..the book was in english, although their father was born in Spain and grew up in Cuba..
lucky me
While i was reading the book, we were in a boat? airplane? and she was showing me crocodiles attacking people as we went by..
Then we were back at daisys house and my daughter Jen showed me a video of Tara Reid getting attacked by a chipmunk..
Tara was wearing a red dress and the chipmunk was just FLYING through the air to get her.
This was THE most chock-filled dream i've EVER had..
Oh, and Tara made the funniest face while the chipmunk attacked..and I think her Frankenstein boob was showing..i think..

Nightmare

2007-03-18T01:14:00.000Z

Churning dark water..
Small childrens faces bobbing to the surface..eyes pleading then disappearing back under the water.
I can almost recognise them..who are they?
"help me " sounding in my head like a memory..did i hear it ?

Superstitions and why we lose people

2007-02-21T20:23:00.000Z

Hi everyone again. I dont know if this is appropriate for this blog or not but I have had this superstition lately with my left palm itching like I am going to get lots of money. I mean everytime that palm itches I get lots of money. Its always been that way. My husband thinks I am crazy when that happens. But anyway he's been having this image that I will be getting lots of money also. Well to get to the point. I just lost my step grandmother and I found out a few moments ago that she just passed away. I mean what does all this mean really. Not dreams but superstitions??? Things are weird in life I guess. I have only been in contact with her for the last six months now and I never got to say goodbye. But maybe some day I will see her again when I go up to heaven. LOL... That is another post for another day really. I just had to post about superstitions though. Its just plain weird.

Sex

2007-02-20T08:52:00.000Z

It was one of those slow dreamy dreams ..
I never saw a face..just felt moist kisses and urgent tugs..
Softness , firmness..
release.

My Husband

2007-02-20T03:04:00.000Z

Hi all. I dont dream much but here is a scene from my husbands last dream he had last night.

He was working and I had the car. He got a ride home from one of his female co workers. This happened once a week for about a month or so. Well finally she decided talking to him and asking him personnal questions werent getting anywhere so she started to hit on him. Finally Hubby decides to remind her that shes married with two kids. She responds I dont care. I dont love him. I just married him for his money. Hubby responds with then remember I am Married then. Finally she stops with the nonsense and brings him home. I guess I see this as a funny story because I know the girl he was dreaming about and shes not very friendly usually. She would never offer to bring him home.

Thanks Shep for letting me part of this. I appreciate it. I love to share my stories with everyone. Tweets.

snippets

2007-01-29T23:12:00.000Z

been a while since i posted a dream.
it is not that i haven't been having them, it is that i have not been writing them down.

so the snippets.
1] i seem to be in a new house. it goes on for ever. lots of rooms. lots of stuff. but i am not sure what i am doing there. do i live there? am i visiting? i never find out. have dreamt that house a couple of times.
2] i am hanging on to a wind turbine. i have no idea how i can hold onto the piece i am holding on as it is much bigger than my hand. but there i am. the wind turbine is in the middle of the sea, there seems to be a farm of the things, the waves below are pounding, it is all in black and white. i am scared.
2] i am mistaken for mick foley and eddie g jumps me and we fight only for mick to appear and we have a three way dance.

lets see if i can remember then in future.

on a train

2007-01-26T23:13:00.000Z

I was on a train but the train wasn't moving but it was going to move soon.....and I realized my car was parked illegally, so I got off the train and got into my car but it had been in an accident and the train took off without me so I went to a house but it wasn't my house but I knew it and I fixed a snack, and then I started to worry because Tuffy P was on the train and she didn't know where I was and I didn't know where the train was going and I thought I have to go after it when the doorbell rang and it was my aunt, coming for tea she had baked some really tasty coffee cake and I woke up.

A sex dream

2007-01-25T10:28:00.002Z

Last night I dreamt that Dita Von Teese begged me to have sex with her. Then I woke up.

A sex dream

2007-01-25T10:28:00.001Z

Last night I dreamt that Dita Von Teese begged me to have sex with her. Then I woke up.

must be getting old

2006-12-31T15:03:00.000Z

Everyone was how I remembered them from the early 80s, except me....I was me now. No other details.

Last night

2006-12-30T14:21:00.000Z

I dreamt that I was looking down at a shimmery pool of water.

As long as i kept my eyelids closed i could see the lights..( handy i know )

It was really beautiful and peaceful

Seinfeld madness

2006-12-20T14:35:00.000Z

So there I am in New York City, and I'm walking around with Red. And then a bus goes by and heads down the steps into the subway. And I think it was Kramer driving the bus. And he says, "Oh, I thought that was the road to the train station."

And then the next thing I know, I'm walking around, and this time I'm on my own, and I see Jerry Seinfeld walking ahead of me. He's dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and he's talking on a mobile phone. I call out to him and run to catch up to him.

But when he turns around, it's not Jerry. It's Kramer, and suddenly his hair is all big, just like it should be, and I wonder how I could possibly have mistaken him for Jerry from behind.

And then suddenly I'm inside a tall Manhattan office building, and I'm rolling around on the floor, making out with Elaine. Now that deserves an exclamation point!

The art thief

2006-12-19T16:15:00.000Z

I dreamed I was an art thief, and I had been hired by Gianni Agnelli (the late owner of FIAT) to steal a famous canvas. Gianni was accompanied by his son Lupo. [In fact, Agnelli had a grandson called Lapo; but by making that into Lupo (which translates as "wolf"), I might have injected some extra meaning into my dream. Agnelli, of course, translates as "lambs"...]

So I'm in the streets of Marrakech, pacing up and down in front of this antiques dealer that has the painting in question in the window, waiting to strike. The Agnellis are waiting in the shadows. I seize my moment, smash the window, cut the painting out of its frame and make a dash for it. I end up running on muddy streets with open sewers, thinking, "I can't believe Ridley Scott shot Kingdom of Heaven here. Poor Orlando Bloom must have gotten very dirty".

I end up in a dungeon, where I must hide from a gang of fellow art thieves hired by another high-flying industrialist to steal that same canvas. I manage to slip away, give Gianni Agnelli his canvas, all rolled up like an Athena poster and muddied up.

Then Ewan McGregor tries to stop me from getting away, he grabs at my legs and I know that if he manages to subdue me he will rape me. I spot a rifle on the floor and stretch to reach it. Then I hit him on the head with it to stun him. While he's down, I break all his limbs with the butt of the rifle and get away.

Octopus

2006-12-12T13:31:00.000Z

I dreamed that a friend and I had found a place to vacation. It had a big pond. We wuold go swimming in the pond. Occasionally there was a big fish that I wondered if it would bite, but it didn't. Then the water began to stir and get muddy. Then a tentacled arm and then more arms started coming after us, trying to pull us under. We ran to the cabin. The giant octopus could grab at us from the water, but it couldn't touch us on dry land. That's all.

3/12/06 Dream

2006-12-04T12:38:00.000Z

Last night I dreamed of Parkour.

(Isn't that at the beginning of a film? It's either Rebecca or Casino Royale...hmm...)

I'm being chased through a country estate by persons unknown, and come to an impossible drop off a balcony. Down and a way away is a large, flat roofed garden shed. I jump and effortlessly land on the shed roof, roll, and continue running. Just like you should do.

Then I notice, cleverly escaping, I seem to have done a full circle. I'm at the same balcony. I jump again, like the cool free-runner that I am. And land...spine first on the edge of the roof. Ow.

And then I wake up.

Bad, bad Burger King

2006-12-01T00:34:00.000Z

I dreamed I had to go to the bathroom and I entered a concrete block building which resembled the public bathroom in the city park of 40 years ago. In the dream bathroom, there was a huge hole in the concrete floor (3rd world potty) and it was terribly dirty and too large to straddle, so I left the concrete building to look for a clean useable bathroom.

There appeared a very deep hole at the outside of the building and it was full of one-half people, cut off at the waist, all looking up out of the hole.

I looked up from the hole to see the Burger King King approaching me, but I knew he was really the nasty CC that I have to deal with twice a month. So I took off my sweat pants and put them around his neck and crossed the legs and strangled him right to death. Then I took him and threw him in the deep hole with all of the other one-half people.

After that, I woke up.

Roses - Probably a Symbolic Dream

2006-11-28T13:09:00.000Z

Just before I woke up, I dreamt that I was in my father's garden in South Africa. I was nurturing a magnificent rosebush that had exceeded all expectations and grew over 6 foot tall from just a tiny sprig. Instead of being in the ground, it was in a pot. I pulled out the rose bush and looked at the root, which hadn't grown really deep, but then, it wouldn't in a pot. I put the bush back in the pot and marvelled at the dazzling pink flowers. Beautiful! Next to this rosebush was another rose bush - a creeper, that was growing along the fence under the weeping willow tree. It was dying - the flowers were blackish and the branches all looked withered and old. The rose bush had been there a long time, but you could see it wasn't going to make another winter. I did feel sad about the old creeper rose, but I also felt really happy about the rose bush I had been growing that had done so well, and seeing the blooms on my rose bush, I knew that even though the old rose bush was on the way out, this new rose bush would still flower and bring beauty to the garden. As I was leaving the garden I caught sight of another creeper rose, this time pinkish-orange, in the rockery. It was a cabbage rose bush.I was amazed because this rose bush had not bloomed in many years and now, spontaneously, all these buds and blooms appeared. It made me happy to see and I felt really pleased that this rose bush was also looking healthy and happy and would be a beautiful fixture in the garden, even though mine was in a pot.

Walkin and talkin

2006-11-24T13:27:00.000Z

i'm living in a mountain town..one of those quirky , bohemian , artsy towns ..

And Zee comes a callin!

We take a trolley ( trolley? what the fuck ?)to the main part of town ,the town is having a sort of art fair ..we look around , and talk..

and then we walk back to my house, and he goes home.

There's lots of conversation throughout this dream..it really was nice..
I feel like I've been on a date with mister zee..

* the only really strange part of the dream is I have on a skirt, and I'm worried through the whole date that he'll notice I didnt shave my legs..and I look at my legs and they're freaking sasquatch hairy!!..he never says anything about them though ..such a gentleman!*

Dead People Influencing My Dream?

2006-11-24T13:20:00.000Z

My dead mother's presence has been hanging around me the past few days. Last night I said that if she has any message for me, she should arrange that I get the message passed across to me in a dream so that I have no doubt whatsoever she is trying to get across to me.

Last night I dreamt that I died of a heart attack at the age of 40.

Mobuto

2006-11-10T21:28:00.000Z

I had the oddest dream last night. I was at my mum's, weeding the garden, when the ex Zairean president Mobuto appeared. I killed him, and buried him in hole I had to dig in a bank of earth which separates the house from the road.

It was all far too real, and even when I woke at 4 a.m I was still rather worried that I may have killed someone.

recurring dream

2006-11-02T19:06:00.000Z

Okay ..back story
When i was little we lived in an old house out in the middle of nowhere. It was surrounded by acres of fields and there was a huge iron gate at the bottom of a mile long drive way
It was a 3 story stone house ( those sandstone blocks ? i have no idea what it was made from) ..It had a huge ornate staircase in the front entrance and a small narrow staircase in the back.
it had a balcony with a stained glass window in the door...so all in all it was a grand beautiful house..( reported to be haunted thats why we could afford to live there.)
when i was 7 I had a dream I was out on the balcony and I saw something waay out in the field..
It was some gorilla /sasquatch looking thing ( blondish haired though )..just standing there staring at the house
in my dream I'm running through the house trying to tell my family, and no one listens or pays attention.
And everytime I run to a window to check on it..its just a wee bit closer ..just standing there looking.
I'm still having that dream..at least once or twice a year..
So far the monster hasn't made it to the house.

30/10/06 Dream

2006-10-31T15:45:00.000Z

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.