21/3/13

I dreamt that a friend had Brain damage, and infection in the brain and that they needed brain surgery.  I see the brain surgeon open up the head by slicing off the top of the head, skull and brain included.  Inside it’s green and cabbagey.  The surgeon mentions the word Hemispherectomy (I definitely got that from a Grey’s Anatomy episode and other elements work their way in too).  We thought the whole thing would be a minor procedure, but the friend looses a lung anyway.  Yang & Burke were in the hospital but go out to a beach to collect fish and shells and other things.  Yang has a problem with the water, they end up rock climbing as the sea water is rising and cutting them off from the rest of the coast.  They walk up the coast path onto a road to get away from the rising water and a car overtakes them.

 

Then the dream shifted and I was in a ship’s engine room, there is an emergency, flooding and people try to escape.  We end up climbing a ladder to a hatch and then my friend Sam, who in one of our roll play games /play’s a very very good engineer trys to fix the problem.  I can see a time clock ticking and then a shout to be heard, and realise everything has been made safe.

Then the dream shifted again, I’m in a hotel, there is a pool and swimming lessons are going on at one end.  The hotel has a buffet and there are scotch eggs and cake.  I’ve a scotch egg in one hand, a piece of cake in another.  Mum is with me and is complaining she can’t use the pool because of the students.

19/2/13

19/2/13
I had many dream fragments last night. In the first I dreamt I was on a beach with a huge frozen wave. There were also lizards that had had a long journey without water.
In the next I was climbing a mountain. There was a woman called Jill who I identify as a friend. We are with other friends and on/by a train track. We are stuck on the train track side and our friends leave. We do manage to get to the other side safely.
In the next dream I am in a house or shop with friends. There is a problem and we are protecting people. We decide we need to set the bomb off. A female friend volunteers to do it. It wasn’t vividly enough remembered for specifics, but I know she will die doing it. I head to a room in a hotel, it’s whitewashed and looks very Greek in style. I grab the coverings, a duvet and a blanket and get in the bath after removing the glass basin from the room. I cover myself over with the duvet and sheet. It doesn’t feel like it’s enough protection. There’s a huge sonic boom that shatters all the windows and glass. I am safe under the covers.

03/09/12

3/9/12

I dreamt of a friendly black squirrel climbing all over me (Not unlike when my rabbit Willoughby is on the trawl for food) It’s after nuts. There’s a man and a woman out there with me (I get tie impression we are in a forest in the autumn). They are older than me but are friends.

There was another dream in the middle – Pat (my boss), some kids and I are in some kind of activity programme –We are in a van and get out. They cross some icy slick surface. Pat and I slip. I grab him. He loses traction, can’t get back up. I finger walk us to the edge.

Then the dream shifts and I in a comfortable, dark room. There’s a TV and a computer on, and two others in the room. I’m on the sofa with Kevin Bacon. He starts kissing me, and tickling me. I cant stop laughing.

06/12/2011

06/12/11

I dreamt I was climbing the flanks of Vesuvius right to the top. I was with a woman (who was the leader of the group) a boy and another girl. The younger girl was always ahead of us, and the boy tumbled town the hill at one point, when he lost his footing, but was miraculously unharmed and we wait for him to catch back up to us. As we go up the hill, I see we are in a footpath of sorts – it’s a muddy rut, the mud IN the rut is really claggy and slows us right down when we re told to go there, and the woman/teacher has to concede that my method of walking to the side of the rut on the ridge is better, not to mention faster and taking less effort. I see the crater of the volcano as we rise above the rim, to get to the very peak, I remember mentioning the old version name of the volcano – Somma – and we can see the peaks in the grey, but it’s really dangerous to get up there, and we don’t have climbing ropes – it’s windy and grey and misty.

30/9/10

30/9/2010

I had another slightly odd dream last night. I was probably processing my first day back at work. So there was me processing data and stuff when I decide I need to go and see the other end (classifications lab). They are all sat around this cupboard nattering away. Rheo is the only one actually doing any work, and at that it’s only a plastic index. On the way there I see Roger the lab manager fiddling around with one of the pieces of advanced equipment – which he never does. I show him I am preparing for my safety talk with a follow on from the management one (which was all about safety in wintery conditions – snow/ice/fog/flood etc. I will be doing one on protecting your skin in snowy conditions – which would have been topical, if Didcot had had any snow left this evening. If I had had to give the talk today it would have been great. Tomorrow, there will probably be no snow left. Such is my luck. I have been in the least snowy area of the country ever since this cold snap started last week. My brother in Durham had it ankle deep before he left to work in Thailand for three months on Friday. I have no doubts that they will have had MUCH more since. Tyler must be loving it!

So I chat to Rheo and the group for a bit – not sure what on, but I did chat for a while, but then Roger turned up, so I left – supposedly to get back to work. After I left Rheo and the guys down in the classifications lab (Roger started nattering to them). I went off up to the kitchen – probably decided that I needed a drink or something. Gareth was in there with Adrian and someone else, and then the others come in and it becomes an impromptu staff update as Roger and Kevin walk in. Either that or Kevin was already there, but wherever he was, he looks ANCIENT – all fine lines and deep grooves and his hair is grey. Roger starts the impromptu meeting by telling Kevin he knows he has had a lot on his plate and then takes a TV remote from his pocket, points it at the TV screen in the back corner of the room (when did the kitchen get a TV??), which shows a young lad, mid twenties with dark brown hair, who he introduces as Kevin’s new assistant. There is more discussed which I don’t remember properly before I or several of us troop over to the main building (possibly for lunch or a real staff briefing (it’s a bit fuzzy here).

So we are over in the main building and then head back, only there’s this chonging big new building right next to the lab warehouse. No idea where it has appeared from, but I get the impression it’s a hospital of some sort. I accidentally go into this new building. The floor is hospital lino in a terracotta colour and its all very hospital like in the entrance. I leave straight after this and walk out of the building, which has a little cupola bit where there is a load of really gorgeous artwork in a screen. I remember thinking about a recent Blog post made by Ursula Vernon about dreaming about amazing art – and not being able to either remember or re-create it once awake. I really liked these pieces. They were solid colour – a really gorgeous blue one I can’t remember and one with trees. The solid colour blocks were lined with paler or darker colours and there was scrolling inside too. And looking head on it was flat, as I walked past it to get back into work, it became layers in three dimensions – really amazing stuff. Wish I could remember the details to jot it down. Anyway, I walk back into our building and that’s the end of that dream. I woke up in the middle of the night to find Chloe the cat draped over my feet.

In the second dream I am with Katie Preece from my university geology group and Rheo from work. We are out mountaineering. Its snowy and we are climbing a steep area. I have a book in my hands that I have get to read. I get the impression it’s one I bought the other day – a Dragon riders of Pern novel. Dragon Girl I think. Anyway, we have gotten to a really tricky bit, so I ask Katie to hold the book so I don’t drop it while I am climbing. I can’t think why I didn’t just put it in my back pack. But never mind that’s dreams for you. I start climbing, and Katie is next to me. We get half way up and she only goes and drops the book. It doesn’t quite end up in the stream however, which I was worried it would because it would have been ruined. I think ‘at least I can pick it up later’, only I don’t. Me and my friends make it to the top of the rock (not actually all that high or steep as it first appeared, only to find this guy arranging a hiking tour of striding edge in the Lake District (I can blame Steve Banham (also old uni colleague) for this and a Facebook post of his. We get on a minibus to get to the place. Mum meets me there – my friends have disappeared by now.

I see the view as we come down the mountain. There is a whole row of hills/mountains with sharp peaked edges that dipped down to the valley before sloping back up to the sharp ridge that people walked along. I got the impression that the trek was a couple of hundred miles long, all like this and this was the striding edge – and the only route through, except the valley floor looked very passable – perhaps it was all bog?

We go into the valley to a small hut where we have a briefing on the route and safety and other things. It mustn’t have been interesting or I wouldn’t have fallen asleep – but both mum and I do. We wake up after the group has set off and so we are left at the hut – annoyed they didn’t wake us so we could go with them. It feels like the trip over the ridges is some sort of pilgrimage – there are man groups travelling it. I woke up however before we could join with one of these groups.