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.