Jennifer’s Daywalkers

I have returned with another vivid dream. It’s been a while since I’ve had one I could really remember. This one was pretty awesome too.

Aside from the random setting (my back garden anyone?), this dream was “Jennifer’s Body meets Daywalkers”, which, ironically, I’ve not seen either. Anyway, I’m me, but I look like Megan Fox (that’s the Jennifer’s Body reference right there…). And it’s about vampires (this is the Daywalkers reference… no sparkly vampires here!).

So, the dream, now that the scene has been set.

I’m human at the start of this and I’m walking through my garden (as though I’m actually walking through the street, there is no feeling that this is my home or anything, just an open space I happen to be in). There are a group of what I consider at the time to be normal people and they are staring at me. I walk past all “Oh yeah, look at me, I’m the hot chick,” unaware that they are vampires and that their mission is to turn me into one because as a vampire I’ll be a valuable asset to their “team”. However, as I reach the top of my garden, past these people, there is a smaller group of people. About three of them. One has rustic blonde hair and very strong features – about middle-aged but is actually young – has that air of having a very hectic life so far despite how young he actually is. He comes over to me and pulls me aside which, with that “hot girl” attitude I am very “oi, get off me, weirdo!”. He whispers to me that I need to be careful. He points to the other group of people and says that they are bad news and that I need to avoid them as I’m in danger. I think he’s a nutcase and ignore him.

It feels like, at this point, that despite being the “character”, that the dream is almost like a movie and I sort of know what’s coming, despite obviously my character acting totally unaware. It’s like, despite normal dreams where you are you and you have thoughts etc, it’s like this dream is a film that I so happen to be watching through the eyes of one of the characters.

I continue back down towards the foot of my garden when two of the “dangerous” group dispurse and head over to me. They act like they’re all interested and flirty, when suddenly they grab me, pin me down to the floor and start to bite me. I scream as they do so, my body feels like it’s washed over with ice cold water. I breathe heavily and then suddenly I’m still. The two men let go of me and leave and I’m left to lay there for a while. Again, it’s that weird “watching through her eyes” thing. I start to get up and I am almost “posessed”. This evil tribe of vampires have some sort of mental control over me now that I am one of them. At this point I’m almost semi naked except for this weird provocative red and black onsamble I am wearing. I walk over to the “leader” of this vampire tribe who is looking at me with satisfaction. I kneel down on one knee before him. He says/does something at this point but I can’t remember what it was and then I leave. I head back to the top of the garden and it is revealed, despite the way I was acting, that I am actually free of control from this vampire leader despite making him think I was. I return to the top where the blonde man and his two companions are. It turns out they are also vampires, who suffered similar fates to me. However they broke free of the other vampires control and act like a sort of “vigilante” group. The blonde guy overheard his plans for me and tired to stop them but my own ignorance cost me my life. He says that there is only one way to get away from him and it’s… to build a structure out of fern trees?! (I know that’s well random… but this was a dream set in my garden!). So we begin to make this structure but the evil vampire and his clan realise something is wrong and I hear him cry that he is going to kill me. I start to panic as this structure is no-where hear finished. The blonde guy gets me to hide to buy some time as he holds the evil guy back but it fails. I start to back away the the evil guy comes closer. I’m trapped. He runs his hands over my face, through my hair. He does that calm “I’m very, very disapointed in you” sort of speech, before he grabs my face and snaps my neck, killing me.

End of dream!

Last night, whilst I was asleep, I watched my Grandad die in his favourite chair.

It’s been 4 years since he passed away. My life around Christmas since has never been enjoyable. I still find hard to accept that everyone else gets to have a happy Christmas but I don’t.

I always lose things closest to me around Christmas.

Treasure Hunters.

Hmmm, it was snowing on my home page.

Anyway, I actually had some quite vivid dreams last night. They were broken up between me waking up and the first one, which felt exceptionally “epic” is the one I remember the least of.

Here’s what I do remember.

The whole dream was basically an expedition of some sort, or at least it felt like it. A lot of trekking through dense forests (I dream about forests a lot) with “Christmas” fern/pine trees. Lots of dark earthy browns and dark greens. Tom is in it but what I remember of the bits with him is sharing a tend at night (nothing kinky, just cuddles) and hiking. The dream really felt like we were on some sort of a mission, as though this hiking had a purpose. I think there were other people with us, but I totally can’t remember much more then that.

My second dream, seems to follow the same trend. The first half though is set in an office. The setting reminds me of my work epxerience, but not really (if that makes sense?). There are people there I know but I can’t remember them. I remeber this one scene as the space around shifts. A girl is jealous of me (I think) and she tries to make me look like an asshole to her boyfriend(?). So although I’m out the room (with her boyfriend, whoever he is) she sits on my sleeping bag near her bed and writes a letter as though I have written it, but even though I’m out of the room it’s like my subconcious is there watching her and knows what she is doing is laughing that I’m in the other room with her man (or maybe he isn’t her man, she might just be jealous of me and this bloke?). Anyway, the dream shifts again and it’s back to this expedition theme and I’m with I presume this girl and some other people and we’re to find something that Lucy (random!) has left in this church. What we’re looking for is a jumper, but myself and the person I go looking for this jumper with (an old mate from school who I haven’t seen in years!) knows that Lucy has hidden a treasure with this jumper that we need to find. It turns out this church is extremely old and partially falling down. It’s still a tourist attraction but there’s lots of “scaffolding” everywhere, but it’s not metal scaffolding, but lots of rickety wooden structures. Anyway, we run up this wooden structure that takes us to the second floor but where we need to get to is almost impossible to reach as the floor has totally fallen away. So myself and the friend I am with have to climb across this structure that looks like it is made from sticks or extremely large wooden scewers that falls away as we climb across. I follow her as we scale walls until eventually we reach this area that looks like a Victorian living room with large leather sofas. We find the jumper and the “treasure” (which I can’t remember what it is) just before this girl and her partner make it up there.

And that’s it really. Weird.

Bouncing babies.

I’ve been dreaming for what feels like all week. I’m just seriously gutted I haven’t found the time to write them all down. It’s only because I have a very, very, VERY strange dream last night that has forced me to think about it all day to write down what I can remember now!

Firstly, I’ve got bits and pieces I remember from a dream I had about mid week.

I think it’s set at uni, although the surroundings aren’t exact or look anything like uni – the feel is that it is. Anyway. There’s something going on at my students union that I’m on my way to see. From the bit I’m forcing myself to remember, I’m outside. It’s very muddy, dark and wet, though everything is glowing orange from street lights (we’re not in the street – but by the “stables” which actually looks a lot more like stables than seminar rooms). I’m with people, and I see someone I haven’t seen in a while who’s in a band (or was?) that I used to follow locally. I’m not making my way to the students union and the band is performing, except it’s totally wrong as all the members are on the wrong instruments (though they are playing fine/as though it’s normal).  I then find myself sitting behind what is supposed to be a set of drums with the drummer, but the drums aren’t drums, but looks like some MASSIVE sort of control table, and all the weird buttons and switches are… drums?!… which he is playing. I turn to him and ask how he can play something so complicated and he just smiles and carries on. The dream changes again, but the union looks different. I’m standing by a set of tables and Tom walks in (this is the weirdest part, and I hope he doesn’t read this because this is so NOT how I see him, haha), but he’s wearing a very short, tight deep red tank top (which is too short and shows off his stomach), his funky buckled trousers and New Rocks and carrying a badminton racket across his back in a case. The other part that is weird… he’s gay… and EXTREMELY drunk! I remember him stumbling around a bit, and then I either woke up or the dream ended.

Very strange!

My next dream, which is the weirdest one I had last night, will come across very inconsistent, because I honestly can’t remember it very well.

I’m not sure what the start of it is… but the biggest deal that freaked me out a lot… I was pregnant. I don’t know how far gone, I had a bump, but not a massive one. Throughout the whole dream it felt HORRIBLE. I felt fat, like I had eaten too much. For most of it I felt like I was laying down because I was too incapable of carrying myself and this lump I didn’t want inside of me. There was no maternal feeling, just guilt that there was this thing in me I didn’t want.

Anyway, turns out I had “acquired” the baby by sleeping with someone who was already with someone else who had a kid but is not with her anymore but with me (he looked like the long haired dude from the shitty horror film “Venom” I watched the other night). There’s a bit I barely remember, where we are in a shop. It’s dusk, or sunset. I remember fences and grass, but there was something about a shop. Anyway, this next bit is weird as I don’t remember much, but I remember something about being on some sort of a metal structure. It’s high up with a platform on the top. I’m there with that guy, but there’s something attacking(?) us, or flying around, which is like some “hero” dude, dressed up as V. I remember being forced to climb (still pregnant) around this structure to avoid him. The “closing scene” of this part is seeing the fake V guy sitting on a roof, the sun setting, and he’s not wearing the mask, but he’s glaring at me. I feel very guilty.

Next part of this dream I’m sitting in what looks like some cave or hollow by a river and the “baby” inside of me is annoying/upsetting me. I don’t want it there, because it’s making me unable to move or do anything. At one point it “falls” to the side and becomes uncomfortable and I have to push it back to the front. At this point, the dudes original girlfriend appears and starts talking to me about having a baby and I feel very uncomfortable and become distressed and just want to rip it out of me. It’s towards the end of the dream and the guy appears and I tell him I don’t want it, before waking up and actually checking I didn’t have anything there!

Momma Sed

Wake up son o’ mine, momma got somethin’ to tell you
Changes come,
Life will have its way,
With your pride, son.

Take it like a man.

Hang on son o’ mine,
A storm is blowin’ up your horizon.

Changes come,
Keep your dignity,
Take the high road,
Take it like a man.

Listen up son o’ mine, momma got something to tell you,
All about growin’ pains.
Life will pound away,
Where the light don’t shine, son.

Take it like a man.

Suck it up son o’ mine,
Thunder blowin’ up your horizon.

Changes come (changes come),
Keep your dignity (keep your dignity),
Take the high road (take the high road),
Take it like a man (take it like a man),

Momma said like the rain (this too shall pass)
Like a kidney stone (this too shall pass)
It’s just a broken heart, son, this pain will pass away…

Spreading lies.

I had a WEIRD dream last night. It made me sad! Baaaaaaasically. I was at my Grandparents house, but it didn’t feel like I was there visiting them, (my Grandad was alive in this dream, I remember him, in the background, sitting in his favourite armchair – my Nan not present at all), it felt more… social, like I lived there or was used to always living there. All the focus seemed to be on the fact that Sam, of ALL people, was there, in the other armchair, talking to me. It’s weird because I’ve NEVER had a proper conversation with him, and that was reflected in the dream. He was acting like, well, how I’ve usually come across him, with his feet up, relaxing on a sofa. And although we were having a “conversation” it didn’t feel like he was much involved, which is pretty much all I know of him. But there was something different, because although he wasn’t involved, I was getting strong vibes that he was more interested in me that I cared for! Woops.

The dream shifts and I am in a different house. It’s a student house. I don’t recognise it (my subconcious totally maked this place up), but I know that it’s Tom’s student house. I’m downstairs sitting at a wooden kitchen table which is against the large staircase in the large hallway and there are lots of people around – Tom’s friends (but I don’t see faces – I just know). Tom isn’t around, he’s upstairs. Sam is there again, briefly, still giving off those “vibes” and he get s a bit “playful” and pinches my nose but I move away because I don’t like how “fresh” (love that phrase) he’s getting, plus I’m aware that his girlfriend (although she is his ex in my dream??) is present with her friends nearby and is watching. Sam leaves and I can overhear the conversation amongst them and they are making me the blame for them splitting up (though that isn’t true) and claim that he and I are cheating, when in fact it’s just jealousy. I try and defend myself but am outnumbered by a group of bitchy girls and resort to running away upstairs to find Tom as I am terrified they are going to spread lies about me. I find him standing at the top of the stairs looking startled. It’s more because he is confused about why I look so distraught, but there’s also an air of skepticism, as when I fall into his arms and bury my face into his chest and start to cry, he makes not attempt to put his arms around me, comfort me or ask what is wrong.

At this point, clearly freaking myself out, I wake up naturally.

The whole dream felt like it was watched through a filter that made everything feel dark. Quite fitting I think! It was not a nice dream! It made me feel really sad!

Travelling Snakes

I had a busy dream last night, but instead of writing it down whilst it was still fresh, I’m trying to remember bits of it now.

It’s fragmented, but I recal someone being there (I was with friends, some old and some new) that shouldn’t have been, so I felt a somewhat tense atmosphere. Anyway, we were what I believe was my house, but it was different, darker, with coloured lights somewhere, lots of beaded curtains; very boho. I think I was planning some sort of trip with these people, because I remember traveling on a mountain bike (my old yellow one). Whoever I was with then turned into one of my brothers and the next thing I know my bike’s wheels are totally flat (which is what my bike’s current state is!) and I’m pushing it after my brother who turns back into being one of my friends. I think somewhere along the way we must have disregarded our bikes as we’re on a bus, which then turns into a lorry (which is still moving with the back open) and we find what we think is metal wrapped up in polyethene. For some strange reason (its got a wave to it this metal) I instantly recognise it as a new bike, and once off this lorry, my friend and I go to pull out this bit of metal, but they turn out to be snakes. I think my dream at this point was fighting to have them be alive so I’d wake up with a start, but they turned into snake themed bikes instead. I remember mine being yellow and his grey/silver.

And that was it as I woke up. I know there was much more to this dream, as the bits riding the bike were longer but I just can’t remember detail.

The Return of the Dissary

Having recently proclaimed that I haven’t had proper dreams in ages, I had pretty vidid dreams the other night. The night before last, I’ve since forgotten, but I remember the vague broken, fractured dreams from last night.

Recently, my dreams seem to be about everything thats on my mind.

Work:

Work didn’t really look like work. I guessed that I was in the middle warehouse, hanging clothes back up on hangars, but there wasn’t the familiarity of co-workers, just some random old man who was recognised as being in a position of power, but I was unsure of who he was exactly. Next thing I know and I’m with my Mum, but at work, but outside, and it’s night-time, but there are still shoppers and I’m meant to be doing the newspapers, but everything looks weird and not like my store, and the newspapers aren’t in bundles dumped in trolleys for me to put out, but stacked on pallets like hauls of “special offer” stuff leaving me with nothing to do…

Driving:

The dream shifts, and I’m driving, but it does not feel like I’m sitting in a proper car, though it is (an unfamiliar old banger), but more like I’m in some sort of go-cart. Knowing I haven’t passed my test (or even driven before) I seem to do it with ease…

Misc:

I’m not at work, or driving, but out shopping, in Town, and I walk into Marks and Spencers for some reason (maybe linked to work? My Mum is keen a get a job there), but the shop is dark and I faulter, thinking I shouldn’t have walked in, but there are other customers in there and I’m told the shop is closing because they don’t have a manager in, so I go over to a counter that feels like it’s in a bakery, and woman serves me a sandwich in a box but I take it out, and it looks more like a wrap, and I slice it into circles and the woman gives me chopped lettuce which I slip in where I cut the wrap, and then put it back in the triangular sandwich box pay and leave… the next thing I know I see a friend, walking, romantically, with the least person I expected to see her get with… and then my alarm goes off.

I’ve been yearning to dream again, but I want to dream about things I want to see! Argh! I want a vivid happy dream that I can’t stop thinking about! That really makes me feel.

Tourist.

I think this has to be one of the most poignant dreams I’ve had in a while! Sucks that it’s taken so long for me to get to somewhere to write it down, hopefully whilst I do I’ll remember more of it.

I can’t remember where it “starts”, but the earliest scenes, if you will, are set around a lot of people. It almost feels like I’m out on a school field trip. The area reminds me of the shopping place below Canary Wharf, but the shops are rooms. Anyway, Tom is there, but he doesn’t have his mohawk, but his old hair, and although I know who he is, I don’t properly know him in my dream. It’s weird! Anyway, we enter this room and there are people sitting on the floor as if watching someone who is talking, and he turns and smiles at me and points to someone in the room, but I don’t know who the person is.

The next part sort of changes, and I’m in a cottage, but as though the field trip has moved on. Tom isn’t there anymore, and there are less people. For some strange reason it feels like Pride and Prejudice. The cottage is set within an Orchard, I remember something significant about apple. We’re (as I’m with some women) are wearing long dresses (the “old” layered kind), blue and white stripes with aprons and straw bonnets. We’re in the kitchen and Kiera Knightley’s fella (as the character from Pride and Prejudice) is there talking to one of the women. The dream sort of moves from here, and we leave through the kitchen door, but I’m back to how I was dressed before (lots of black – I believe I’m quite “goth”). The area I’m in now sort of looks like docks, but it’s dark, and I’m lagging behind the rest of the group. Steven (old friend, not seen in a while) is there and he’s waiting for me, but these docks have a break in it and I remember jumping over the gap but landing on the edge and having to scramble up. I follow the docks along (its like a wooden walkway over the water) as I can see the group ahead of me. The scenes here are a bit shady, but I do remember the next scene. After I’ve caught up with the group we turn into a room and the girl who is singing for us in the Eurovision is all dressed up in black and silver with goth make-up, on some high steal stairs with Charlie Brooks, and they start singing the song for Eurovision (except it isn’t really), and it’s like Britain’s Got Talent, because if the acts suck and the audience doesn’t like them they get stopped, but they keep singing and the song gets really good and the audience loves them.

At this point I wake up.

Boot-iful

SUCH a random dream last night! I only wish I had time to post it before I went to work as I can’t remember the smooth runnings of it! Only bits and pieces here and there!

But generally, it looked like it was set in (sort of) my uni campus, but more buildings that looked like The Mansion, and the swimming pool wasn’t surrounded by a fence, was closer to the building and was raised as opposed to in a dip. An old school friend was the main focus, but for some reason this dream felt like I was taking part in an episode of Even Stevens! Anyway, the big deal about this dream had something to do with my New Rocks being stolen by this old school friend, and something to do with radio, tricking him and getting them back. It was all very strange! I wish I could remember it perfectly!