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!

Where have you been?!

Yes, yes, I know it’s been a while since I last updated! Well in all honesty I haven’t been dreaming that much, until about a week ago, when all my dreams came at once, and each night, and because I haven’t had time to type them up I’ve forgotten half of them, sadly.

I remember one dream containing “santa” the uni bus driver, who was actually driving a big red bus, who was willing to act like a cab, and drop myself, Ameena and some other girl to our desired destinations. The other girl lived through this thicket (is that the right word?) of trees, to a place that sort of looked like… I duno. Parts of Chase Farm for some reason. I don’t remember much more of that.

I know I’ve had other dreams but I can’t remember them.

Ahh. I’m listening to a chooooon.

“You’re the closest to heaven that I’ve ever been…”

Who watches the dreamer?

Double post catch up!

I went and saw Watchmen recently, and had a dream based on one of the scenes from the film (don’t worry, there is no spoiler, but if you’ve seen the film you can see the very, very, very slight resemblance to one scene – and no, it’s not that one, you dirty bastards!).

Dream One:

The beginning is very strange. I’m not seeing through my eyes, but a scene unfolds. It’s about a little girl in a very sunny, and flowery front garden of this large cottage-like building. She’s playing with a friend, who gets led away, but a woman comes to take her, and leads her off in a different direction.

I’m now in my own body, in a desert like plain. The sun is high in the sky. I’m standing in front of one of those typically menacing looking “evil” factory type buildings you have in villan films. The building is sort of off in the distance, as before it (and I can only draw similariest to the pictures of the Taj Mahal) has this extremely long, rectangle strip of tarmac running up to the entrance (which is like, one of those big steel security doors the hero is always running to slide under as it auto-shuts when someone sets off the emergencey alarm in films, haha). Except (unlike the very pretty and pictureesque Taj Mahal), there are these gun cannon things in sync along this long “runway” looking tarmac thing. I’m standing at the end, and suddenly, in something you’d NEVER see me do, I start to run along the outside of the left hand gun cannons, barrel rolling and everything, till I stop at a little manhole type cover, that reveals a massive circuit board and loads of wires. Out come the scissors, and I’m ripping out all the wires which disables the gun cannons! Ameena, Temoor and Elkin are with me, and start to catch up, running to the entrance, but the entrance opens and these MP type S.W.A.T people run out (naturally we kick their ass). Run inside, and we’re in like this massive factory type thing. Our mission is to find the little girl as she has been kidnapped. I look to my left and see a small metal step-ladder on the wall that leads to one of those metal “floor” things. I start to climb (the ladder is inside a plastic see0through tube) and one of the S.W.A.T people throws a canister down which contains knock out gas, so I pass out.

I wake up in my bedroom. My Mum is there. I start to panic, but she tells me our mission was successful, and passes me the local paper where Temoor had written the front page news, a revealing story about this “secret” organisation and how we saved the girl! Fantastic!

And I wake up!

Second dream:

Before I start, I’d just like to say, that however much I love TR, I’m not obsessed. My dreams seem to take on some sort of RPG style gaming experience sometimes, and TR is my one and only, so it’s the only reference

I don’t really remember the start of this much. The bit I do remember from, and I’m at uni, and just miss someone getting on the bus. I think time passes, and someone else from uni comes up to me and we start talking. The bus comes around again (the wrong way) and the person I just missed gets off, and reveals that they have had a haircut. I am shocked.

Then my dream changes, and I feel like I’m inside a game. Someone has selected a hidden, extremely hard boss level (I’m the character, but I’m not controlled… if you get what I mean? It’s all very strange). It’s sort of Egyptian styled. Anyway, the level loads when the wall lifts up and there is this fat ugly looking HUGE beetle that starts to run after me. So I run back (towards the “camera” – if it were a game!), and turn a corner as the Beetle misses me turn. Another wall lifts up to reveal a circular room where Chomp (wtf?) is face up in the middle of the room, but half sunk in. I daren’t go over, but someone (as though my subconscious controlling me playing the game has a friend watching) tells me I can pick it up. So I do. It’s a bouncy ball, that if thrown at the beetle, will make me clear the level!

My radio went off at this point. SO STRANGE.

Why are you running away?

I keep lagging in remembering to post about what dreams I’ve had. I know I’ve had two/three good ones recently and I can only remember the one of them, which I woke up feeling stiff.

I’ll set the scene first.

It’s in my old primary school, in the playground, which, from the perspective of a 4-5 year old, was quite large and open spaced (although in my dreams everything feels wide and distorted). Big trees used to line the walls and had benches around them, which is the main focus on my dream. Which, as a warning to anyone who stumbles across this, is only a dream! It’s not real, so… uh, don’t get offended

The playground is empty, and I am standing by the wooden “bus” plaything with my Nan. Out of nowhere, my eldest brother walks into view, sits on the tree bench and stuffs something underneath it. I go over and snatch the package he is trying to hide away from him. It’s drugs. I go mental. He confesses that he’s been dealing in drugs for money. His Fiancee comes onto the scene; she’s been doing it as well. I’m furious. I tell my Mum, but she doesn’t seem to care.

I’m now in my room stressing, as my criminal brother is in the house. I know I can’t live here anymore and I’m stressing about what to do. My Nan comes up and shuts the door and talks to me in hushed tones, telling me that I have to secretly leave the house and run away. She tells me to go to her place (which in real life is only down the road!) and she’ll take things from there. She leaves and I rush to gather bags together, and start to pack away all of my things that I think necessary to bring. I start to imagine (in my dream) where I’m going to travel, if I have enough money on my Oyster, and what I’m going to do once at my Nans. I woke up soon after.

There was a lot of stress on the excitement of adventure, of that feeling you get up your spine when sneaking around, worried someone is right behind you. I think that’s what made me wake up tense!