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.
