27/03/12

27/3/12

Last night I dreamt of the Olympics. My boss Pat was there in the rowing team, and I’m on the reserves (but not for rowing) There’s a Scottish girl in the Scottish colours (navy spots on white field tee-shirt, and I’m wearing the British outfits – navy stripes

I’m a reserve for archery, though I think there was a thought I could be reserve for the equestrian (perhaps I tried out for both?). The Scottish girl is envious of my outfit an dhow good I look in it. As we are changing into them. I walk outside to a car and I don’;t remember the rest of the dream.

6/6/10

6/6/10

I’m in Pembroke, with a friend we were cycling and had archery gear. We stop at a pub along the road to east gate. My friend disappears. I meet a guy. We play cards – a weird game with all sorts of different types of card (different sizes/things on them)
its a bit like shit head though. He is supposedly a dangerous type according to my disappeared friend, but to me he is just all round nice. He and I wander up the main street for some reason and into Pembroke town to the place he lives (this bit was a bit fuzzy as was the why I went with him when I had been warned he was a dangerous type).

We didn’t take my gear, or his big orange bag. anyway, when we get to his place, he leads me up to a room and mutters something about refreshments. I am left alone in his bedroom. It’s very sparsely furnished, and much tidier than mine, a fact I comment on to him when he returns with something to eat. The walls are mint green, there are some orangey brown bits like the bed throw – the bed is made of a similar coloured wood the thing I noticed most was a gorgeous painting on one wall near to the window (it was quite dim in the room, so it either had blinds/was v small.
The painting was of a white picket fence, with blue sky and fluffy clouds and white and yellow lillies. I think (in the dream) that I should try to re create that. Then he returns and we sit on the bed eating and talking until it’s time to go. We have finally remembered our stuff we left at the pub.

So we head back, wandering along the high street, only to see that my bow bag, and his bag (a tangerine coloured bag) have been dumped at the intersection of the east gate where the roundabout is. I mention they forgot to add the bike and then the dream faded.

3/3/10

I dreamt a lot of random fragments last night.  I don’t remember much apart from the bit where I was back at Keele Uni with my fiends from the archery club.  We had just finished a shoot.  I saw Esther and Ed and asked them for their phone number because I didin’t have it.  I don’t remember what happened after that.