9/2/11

9/2/11

This dream was definitely Greys Anantomy related (what do you expect after a marathon catch up of the stuff I have missed from season 7?). Christina, Meredith and a doctor are in this lab (vaguely resembling the classifications lab at work) harvesting this powder stuff from a very old/decayed bone – they start by testing it for fresh/uncontaminated powder – there’s very little of it, but there is some on the knuckle part of the bone (hip end of a femur). The powder is collected by scraping it into my into hand. Meredith somehow manages to break her ankle and is escorted by Christina to the sink (not sure why). I end up putting the powder into a pot and it has water and poppy seeds in it. I realise my mistake (contamination?). I tell the guy in charge. He doesn’t blow his top. Then I realise that it’s the salts that we want, and they will have dissolved into the water. He goes off for a pippette and notices that in the other lab someone’s doing a particle density test, and wonders why. Then for some reason I end up on the floor crying my eyes out. I can’t remember why.

16/4/10

Last night I had one of the most disturbing and upsetting dreams I have ever had. I have had many dreams that were weird and disturbing, but have never been properly upset by one. Give me alien invasions and nasty dangerous oily creatures that can rip you apart any day, but I don’t ever want a repeat of THIS dream.

Ok, it starts off at work, everyone in the company is congregated in the warehouse to attend a memorial service for a colleague who has recently lost her battle with liver cancer (Hardly anyone even knew she was sick – I had only seen her a week or so before and she looked fine. Major shock to all. She ‘didn’t want to make a fuss’ apparently) All very sad, and this was obviously part of my brain’s way of processing Annette’s death.

Then I get pulled out of the service. I am not sure whether someone came to get me or I got a phone call. Either way, the dream starts going waaay down hill for me emotionally from this point. I find out someone has died, and I have to get back up to Preston (My brain is telling me that mum has died – naturally I was utterly devastated by that – but mum is fine (I was that upset I phoned her when I woke up), nanny is the one family member up north who is in a poor enough state of health for me to worry about her dying. Anyway, my brain is telling me that mum is dead, and I have to get up to Preston. I have to arrange the funeral, see the body (a thing I have a problem with. I am not good around bodies – make it a loved one’s body and I would totally freak – which is why I refused to see Granddad after he had died – it wasn’t /him/ any more. I didn’t get the choice with grandpa – I was too young at the time. Anyway. After getting given this news I end up crying my eyes out in my dream, sobbing and it’s really emotionally laden. I translate in my dream state to Preston. And mum’s there, only I know she is dead or going to die on a given date and it’s horrible. Then I realise that Tom doesn’t know and I have to tell him (this is like halfway through preparing for the funeral and days after ‘mum’ had died. That wasn’t pleasant either and I remember dreading it. Then I have to go to the funeral. Mum hugs me outside and we make a really tearful farewell – as if she were a ghost and she can’t come into the service and will be gone by the end of it. It was the worst bit and I am tearing up at the thought right now. I woke up and felt awful. It was too early to get ready for work or to phone mum and so I went to the loo, had a bit of a cry and then tried getting back to sleep – successfully I might add, and this one wasn’t half as bad. It took me a good few hours to recover from the shock of the first dream today though.

In the second dream, which wasn’t all that vivid I was on a fieldtrip to this hotel with beautiful gardens. There is a river running through it that you can swim in or get to via a terrace (and I with my shadowy companion did both) then there is a trip through a city to grandma’s house and here is another garden – only it isn’t the garden grandma has in real life – it’s bigger, very English country garden. I honestly don’t remember much after that except that I was supposed to be moving in and that I did have some conversation with grandma and the shadowy guy.

So yeah, bad dreams followed by slightly more normal dreams, but still emotionally charged and I was still reeling from the first at gone 10am this morning.

12/4/10

I had a slightly less weird dream last night.

It began in a classroom.  It was night – It was dark and I could see stars out of the window.  I can’t remember the lessons we were learning, possibly it was astronomy but I am not really all that sure.  There were at least five of us.  Me, Andy from work (who was being a dick as per usual) a girl who seemed to be a friend and a couple of others.  The teacher was a man. Got no other details on him.  He may or may not have ben wearing a tweed suit.  The classroom had an odd familiar feeling to it…like one of the portacabins at my old primary school or something, only it wasn’t a portacabin, it was in an upper floor of this big building.  Anyway, whatever the lesson was, we were all at a hexagonal table.  I don/t remeber the details (why can I never remember the good bits?) I am really upset by Andy.  My friend the girl tries to be a peace maker of sorts, but then he does it again, just as the teacher walks back into the room.  I shout/scream something like ‘I can’t take it any more!’ and ever so maturely (not) stormed out of the class and into the coridoor.  I find a nice little alcove with a wall of smooth, shiny plastic like substance (it was orange) and end up sobbing, my head resting on the plastic.  Noone comes looking for me (not surprising given the hissy fir I threw)  I finish crying and then decide to return to the class and act like nothing had happened.  They act like nothing had happened.  The the teacher tells us that we are going on a field trip to italy.  This suggests to me that the lesson may have been on either volcanology/archaeology/roman history.  We get all excited and leave the classroom.  Then the dream shifts.

We are going into a ferry terminal.  I appear to have won £500 of marks and spencers vouchers and I keep asking how I won them and stuff (but this may be later in the dream, I really want to tell yuou about the incident going /into/ the terminal – so funny.

There is a queue and all my class friends seem to have disappeared inside  there are several ships and only one going to italy, others are going to the balearics, and somewhere south (it appears we are in Wtaly already.  We were in a city that started with a V (Verona?) and the ferry we get oto is also going to a place starting with a V (can’t remember the name now).  SO I am in the queue, and theres a guy in front of me.  The security guards are going through their list of passengers when something happens and he gets arrested.  Apparently he had won a competition to go to the balearics, only the stupid idiot was packing something like two million (pounds?euros? dollars?) worth of coain or other drugs in his suitcase.  ANyway, whatever happens, the woman with the checklis looks at me and gives me his seat (I have therefore won a holiday by default) which I am perfectly happy to go along wiht (who wouldnt?).

I can’t remember what happened between getting into the ferry terminal (which I got a good dream-panoramic view of 9and also a dream birds eye view of) and get onto a ferry.  my schgool friends are there also.  then we realise we are on the /wrong/ boat  and rush to get on the one going to Italy not the place starting wiht a V. It’s too late (for me at least)  I am leaning against the rail when the boat starts out.  School friends have disappeared.  I go inside and eventually we land on an island.

The island (supposedly in the balearics – but actually in the carribean (how did that happen?) was quite sparsely populated and had odd rusty brown and only a little green vegetation.  I end up going off on a cliff walk and it really is at the /very/ edge of the cliffs which have metal bars attached to the edge to stop you falling over.  I am going waay too fast and almost overtop a barrier, then I slow down as I come to a cove with a steep dirt track to get down to it.  I climb down slowly and carefully.  It has the most gorgeous view.  There was also a heather plant (a rare species apparently and I just /had/ to go pick a sample lol) with the most fluorescent purple/pink flowers. It was quite cool.

Then I got down to the beach, went for a swim (gods the current was strong!  had to striuggle to get ashore (by which time I had been joined by some others including a lad who also went swimming wiht me).  The dream ends with us being held prisoner in this concrete…looked like one of those world war two octagonal bunker things that they used to protect/house the anti aircraft guns.  Our jailer comes in, theres some discussion as to the futility of escape, and then theres a view of the boy swimming in the cove -0 andother lad is with him and then the dream faded.

28/2/10

I had two dreams last night. The first was odd, the second odder.

Ok. A posturing gay guy pushes me out of a train carriage seat nd awy from my friend that he fancies, but my male friend has another female who he uses to show he ISN’T interested. I wander off dawn the train. I end up on the front for the first leg, then end up wandering with Alan the bus driver from work as he leads the train on. We end up going down a culdesac – the train overturns – he doesn’t notice this until train stops moving. ‘not again’ he moans and then goes to check on people but no one is hurt. We all go into this hall as it’s dark and snowy out. There is some sort of meeting. People getting picked (I so should have written this down this morning – have lost half of this bit) anyway. There are three ‘classes’ of people. One in white and blue uniforms (the chosen few), some in camouflage waterproofed jackets (also chosen) and the rabble. There is a talk, demonstration. Me and the girl from the train examine one of the jackets very thoroughly (seams and stitching) and decide that yes it is good enough and we join the camouflaged group. Only it turns into the blue and white uniform. Someone says something about I wish I were one of them and ‘oh it’s the countrysiders or some such – it was a rural reference anyway. Then the dream faded and I woke up.

Second dream. Don’t remember much of the start. Fairly certain I was visiting husband in hospital. Only I end up having to stay. Hubby sounds like du bois from mediuum. I have a crying fit and sob loudly cos I don’t want the treatment or don’ want to die. I end up preparing for it anyway – a gti tube or some such and hubby is reccommending I have it done lying down as he passed out. I see snowflakes the size of tennis balls floating down. I go into the corridor while the doctors are sorting out their crap in readiness. Outside the room is AWFUL – mucky dingy and there is a mental patient trying to escape. I think I help her, and go myself.