books, basketball and mad mullahs

i can only remember fragments of this dream.
i am out looking for a book. i need this book i have a pressing need for it. i have to have it. (i have no idea what type of book it is or why it is so important...) i am looking all over the place. i am in a big shop that is the main one in the area and i am looking for the book, but it is one of those stores that has a little bit of everything but also appears to be someones front room. (it is a maniac cross between asda, woolies and the local musty charity shop...) i keep looking here and there i can't see the book. i go to ask someone and then i can see that they are taking a copy of the book down from a very high shelf. in order to do it they are using a pair of tongs.
for some reason this offends me and i storm out.
i am in a busy street and i am about to cross the road to look for another shop to look for this book.
i can see a group of people standing on the pavement. they all seemed to be bearded. each of tem appears to have a mouth piercing, but the piercing glows...
as i walk by them one of them says something to me.
i think he is insulting me. i challenge him.
"don't you remember me?" and other such things are said at me, someone who is remarkably like osama bin laden, but wearing an old combat jacket, his piercing glows blue.
i do recognise him. he used to support the same basketball team.
we embrace like long lost buddies and get on with the important things in life and talk about basketball.

exs

i have been having lots of dreams featuring my ex recently. i am not sure why i am dreaming so much about her, it is bad enough i still bear the emotional scars of it all, but to keep having to relive her in my dreams is justs cruel and unusual torture.
i can't remember much about this dream other than the fact me and the ex were naked and were going to get down to doing it, when her son interrupted it all.
i think the reason he interrupted was sort the preulde to an action movie type thing but i can't be sure.


the other dream i had was that i was in an anime that featured lots of fire and caves (oh ok hell) but i was 3d and they were all 2d. most odd.

meals but not on wheels

i am in a resturant with someone from work. we are not out on a work do as i am thinking about how we are going to split the bill - straight down the middle or work out who ate what.
the meal has been very nice.
all the staff are female, and have been exceptional.
we are thinking about going but then we are offered desert. we are tempted. then i notice that a change has come over the waitress. where as before they had been smartly but pimly dressed, now there seems to be an edge of sensuality about how they are dressed. i notice one as she leans over to serve another table, and she is showing a lot of breast. another is showing a lot of leg and her stocking tops are showing.
i am looking at the desert menu. it is all wonderful. big bright colours, obviously all full of e numbers. the deserts are all in wacky shapes and no idea of what they are, but all are tempting.
the waitresses are fliting about, hanging around our table as if we are the most important people in the world. we are enjoying the view.
i want to have desert - partly because it looks so tempting and partly because i want to make this meal last as the eye candy is so scrummy. but i can't work out what is on the menu, the pictures look great but i can't make out what the stuff is.
i ask the waitress, she comes and sits in my lap. whispering in my ear asking me what the problem is.
i ask her what each of the deserts are made up of.
she looks at me oddly, as if to say are you mad or stupid?
she points to the menu, and suddenly i can see that beneath each picture there is a clear description. she gets up in a bit of a huff.
the resturant returns to normal.

wombles

there i am standing outside a shop, not unusual for me. but this is a closed shop and it is an olde worlde style shoppe. i am looking in the windows trying to see what is inside. the little square windows don't seem to be giving much awayy. it is dark inside. in bright paint above the windows are several beautifully crafted signs. these signs in yellow, red and blue proclaim the shop as the best place in the world to buy womble momentos from. even better there have been some signs added on that also tell of the coming of a womble museum.
yet the mystery is that there is nothing of the wombles in view in the shop, still not open.
but a crowd is gathering,
i am suddenly talking to a blonde, she has short hair, a voice like mariella frostrup, wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. she has asked me what do i think of scott. i start to answer and the shop is open! we are stuck in the doorway not actually wanting to go in but now we are hindering the crowd that does want to go in, we battle out of the tide of womble fans. i am a little disappointed as i don't get to see a womble.
we walk, turn a corner and then suddenly we are in a muddy semi dumping ground that also has a babbling brook in it.
i offer the woman a clementine, i warn her that it is sharp and will make her pull faces.
she accepts it.
as she peels it she asks me what i was going on the bus when she asked a question and we all laughed.
i asked her what the question was. she couldn't remember, but that it was on the tip of her tongue.

dream fades and i wake up (sort of).

some of it is related to work. the wombles comes out of the fact i have just gotten a womble cd (indeed and it is well what you expect really) while the clementine was the last thing i are last night and it was sharp and sour.
now if i could find that blonde i would be a happy man,

disturbing dreams

i had one of the most disturbing dreams i have ever had the other day.
it had some very odd sexual stuff at the start (i shan't say what was involved as i appreciate some of you have delicate constitutions). this section was so lewd and depraved that even caligula might have blushed. without missing a beat this transformed into an idylic scene, a tennis court, i was watching children play in a hazy sunlight park with leaves flying all around them. the next thing i know i am fascinated by a bright yellow tennis ball that rolls steadily towards me. scene change. a turkish bath and a buffed up oiled and muscled lemmy of motorhead (or was it triple h of the wwe) is naked and looking scared as a pile of women pounce on him and pin him down. he shouts, stuggles and screams. all goes quiet as john wayne enters - dressd as if he was about to go on the set of the cowboys.
i am sure there was more - but i think i was overwhelmed by that stage.
i gotta stop eating chocolates before i go to sleep.

been having a lot of dreams recently

but in the way of all good things i keep forgetting to write them down.
oh sure i try to remember the important parts so i can tippy tap them on here, but i soon forget.

the one i had recently involved my ex coming to visit me. (now there are a couple of things here i have never gotten over my ex, true a lot of this is a self imposed misery quoient, but it still disturbs me to dream of her. secondly i rarely let people into my flat unless i have to. of course people who have read my blog will know that i am a mucky pup and my flat is a shitpit).

anyway in the dream my ex has come to visit. she is still my ex in the dream, although i still have the strongest of feelings for her. the flat is spot, it is white, it is big it is an mtv crib like place. it has stairs, it has walls that don't reach the ceilings, it has mezzanines, it has ... well everything you want in a white and chrome palace.
i am standing on the balcony looking down at my ex and i can see her in this pristine whiteness of my designer flat.
what i can also see is that the tops of the walls that do not meet the ceilings are getting grubby that there are stains that are beginning to run down the walls, and as i watch i can see that they are spreading more and more.....

strangley many of the dreams i have had recently have involved decay in a household setting.
clearing up my flat has given me nightmares it seems.

Chased Through Camden

Martin (my one-armed co-worker at the Bookshop) and I are in Camden looking round shops. We go to all those record exchange-y type secondhand shops searching for bargains. After a while, we decide to leave and go to find his car which, for some reason, he has parked on top of a flat roofed skyscraper. On the way to the building we are chased by some nasty looking yobs, who shout and imply that they will kill us. As I run through the deserted (?) London streets I spy a police car and as I run towards it the car pulls away, leaving me chasing futilely after...and then I wake up.

(This whole dream no doubt came about as, as I went to sleep, I had to remember to ask Martin for a lift to stocktake the following day...)

Fragments Of This Month...

This month has been such a rollercoaster so far, and so busy that my dreams have been all disjointed and incomplete. As usual I've jotted down bits and pieces, but within this there is a definite trend materialising - me in pretend things:

• I am one of the characters in Lost. I'm on the beach helping with the raft near the end of season one.

• I am in V For Vendetta. I'm not any of the main characters, just around and watching.

In addition to this I keep having boring work dreams (just like Pat has) where I'm...ordering books from a HarperCollins rep, or unpacking boxes. Very worrying stuff.

The only rude dream I have had in over two months was where I was about to have sex with my old ex L and I put my hand up her skirt...and continue until my arm is threaded through her clothes and my hand is peeping out of the neck of her top. And then I wake up.

Even worse is I'm not concerned about the nature of any of these dreams.

Confronted By Edmonds

Following the piece I posted to my blog yesterday, I've just woken from a dream where Noel Edmonds seems to be at one of my friends' parties and confronts me in the kitchen.

I'm getting something out of the fridge and explaining the post to my friend when Noel passes by and says "Oh yes, what was that about?". I try to explain about Matt Jones and his record, to try to give it less bile, and he just looks at me with a smile on his face, nods, and walks away.

I nearly wee myself in fear.

(Does this mean subconsciously I'm feeling guilty for bringing up Noel's checkered past? Discuss... )

Fragments from last month...

The trouble is...when I have a dream that's worth writing down, if I don't jot it down immediately, it goes. Usually I throw in enough keywords (balloon, sherbert, Fearne Cotton) to trigger the memory.

Last week though I went back through my workbag looking for something and found a sheet of paper with the keyword fragments of the dream. It's so old though, the fragments aren't triggering anything...it must have been pretty good though for me to take the trouble to write stuff at all. Anyway, here's what I wrote...

College reunion...on the way in Jo then Bex...Sarah...I'll be back...have to find my clothes...lost sports gear after squash...lost property: other bloke looking - "that's mine...and that!"...blue jacket in school...bending Franklin's fingers back...Lawrence (dead) has lost weight...carrying bricks in a wheelbarrow...

OK. I give up. What the bloody hell was all that about?

dreamt i was a writer

and anyone who reads my posts know - it is a far fetched dream.

basically i had read a few pages of the new chris claremont epic x-men story, before deciding i would save it for another time.

cue me dreaming about writing those pages, but differently. but as i was writing panel description and dialogue there i was in the page, in the panel in 4 colour glory.
it was a dream of wish-fulfillment.

and when i finally got to read the comics the next day they were pretty good, but my dream versions better.

fragments

i seem to be dreaming in fragments, or at least only remembering the fragments.
so here are two from over the weekend.

i am in a very orange room. it is a front room. but the walls are all cracked, but they are cracked in an honeycomb style. that is all i can remember of it.

the other has a wooden frame of nine squares suspened in the air, and it is swinging backwards and forwards. i can't see what is keeping it aloft, but i can see where the movement is coming from. it is coming from the nuns who are gripping the frame with their hands and are swinging backwards and forards. there are 3 nuns in each sqare so there are 9 in a line and 3 lines of 9. there is one nun in a red and black get out who is swinging more than the others, she looks like she is getting ready to do some sort of nadia type dismount.
shaolin nuns?

and nuns are popping up a bit for me. must be the guilty catholic conscience at work.

what on earth was i thinking

still weak from man-flu i sat down to watch ring 2 (american version) ended up nodding off and waking up through it all. decided enough was enough sleep called and pat answered.

i woke up at 4am after a dream of such stunning boredom i shocked myself awake.
i was dreaming i was booking a table at a resturant. so it consisted of me on the phone to a waiter going on about the time and number of people.
what was worse when i woke up my first thought was i had forgotten to sort out one of the people.

welcome to my dream life.

Che-Jay Dreams ~ 5

For some reason my last 4 or 5 dreams have had me in countries abroad. A tour guide in Thailand (hehehe). A traveller in Russia and a suspected terrorist in Ireland (I was proved innocent in the dream!). There's also of course been loads of London dreams, I'm sure that is Pat's doing, his constant gushing and memoirs are getting to me!

man flu

red bull give you wings. man-flu gives you dreams.
after several weeks of not really dreaming. i have two in two nights.
the first involved nuns in rubber (if only such existed then i think i would have gone into the priesthood), dominant landladys and chocolate. i will spare you the murky details.

last nights dream was a different kettle of fish. instead of being in my s&m dvd collection i was in my japanese horror film. i am in a house, it is mine (although i have not lived in a house for 10 years or so)it seems to be nicely decorated and furnished, big carpets. there are several floors to the place. i am walking around. i am spooked. something has scared me. something has put me on edge. i am looking for that something. there is a chill in the air, moisture. cold. wet. the walls are damp. i am sweating. water running down some walls. stains on ceilings, bulges in the cellings. dark. clammy. odd sounds.
i just wander around the house, i am looking for something. not sure what.

it was almost a nightmare.

Che-Jay Dreams ~ 4

I had this dream yesterday that my workmate came into work with his girlfriend and was generally showing off in front of her, so I upped and left. Stepping out from the office I found myself in central London and seemingly knowing where I wanted to go but getting lost. A dog chased me up an alleyway but suddenly a woman appeared and chained the snarling mutt up. As I nervously edged by the dog I arrived back on the streets that seemed very quiet and eerie, just the odd car passing me, the dream fades and ends.

not so much a wha! but more of a wha! not dream

i have a tendancy to fall asleep on the floor (currently i have no choice as my bedroom is a store room, which i need to clear out and tidy), last night instead of bedding down as normal i just curled up in a heap.
i did it during episodes 11 and 12 or lost. the dvd kept playing and then got to the point where it went back to the menu. thre it kept playing the catchy but short menu music piece. i am guessing after 3 hours of this being played my subconscious noted this and then i had a dream based on me being lost on the lost island.
can't remember anything that happened, i don't think much did - sort of like the show.
but i do remember that in that twilight between full sleep and being awake i mulled it over, played out some ideas and discussed the dream with myself. hoping against all hope i could get back into the dream again and enjoy it, and further more actually remember what it was i was dreaming about.

mmmm pointless story really.
i have been affected by lost.

Strangest Dream to date

I’m sat in the passenger seat of an old 1930’s type convertible, the sun is shining and the top is down. My partner is driving us along a dusty road, through streets, villages and beautiful countryside, it feels like France or Italy, but could just as easily be England.
I am happy, truly happy and contented in my soul. And deeply in love. My Partner being the main reason for my happiness. We pass some old school friends of mine, stop and stop for a chat. Later we go to a café and enjoy food and drinks with some friends.
Not too strange…
The strange part was my partner…it was Stephen Fry. Now I have never thought of him in a sexual way or in any way particularly strongly. I think he is a very funny and talented man, I’ve enjoyed all his work and am very glad he is back on TV with his excellent programme QI, but to have him as my partner..? I don’t get it. Plus the fact that he prefers men and he is a lot older than me. In the dream however it made perfect sense and it was wonderful.
For a while after this dream every time I saw him or even heard his voice, this wonderful contented, safe, happy feeling would wash over me, it was lovely. Unfortunately over time this feeling has slipped away, but I still enjoy a good laugh watching the show.
It made me think a lot about attraction and the “perfect partner”.

(I was going to post this the other day but ran out of time, and then I sit down last night to find that QI has just started a new season. Synchronicity at work perhaps?)

Che-Jay Dreams ~ 3

I dreamt I was in some sports hall in Camden with Pat and someone I used to work with. I was selling second hand computer games and next to me Pat had a stall selling cakes, we didn't get much business but we sat there in outrageous clothing. I Wasn't very attentive to my stall and only sold one game, I kept wandering off around Camden letting Pat mind my stall, no wonder i never sold much, but in the dream he never said much, just stared fixedly ahead. Odd as Pat is never quiet!

Dream or Reality?

When I dream it is not a dream but real life, at least that’s what my brain thinks. Sometimes this feeling is very strong and so can be very disturbing, or just freaky. The problem mainly comes upon waking. As I move from dream to reality I can get very confused as to what reality really is, as far as I’m concerned what I have just been experiencing is real life, no matter how odd or scary it was, so “where am I know and what’s going on?” It takes a few minutes to realise that my waking world is the real world, and it can be very unsettling. It can also be quite a relief to find that the dream was just that… a dream. My life is strange enough already.

So if you read my dream blog remember that at the time that was reality for me, I believed it wholeheartedly.