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5/6/11

5/6/11
 
I had two dreams last night.
 
I the first one I was with a runaway ship – alone on it in fact, a just a book to explain how to turn it around before crew get on, and I am a naval officer.  Only they aren’t supposed to get on for some reason, that/’s utterly beyond me. There was also some sort of medical thing with crystals and orange fluid – a bit like Berocca. Oh and some guy tried to drown me.  THAT woke me up good.  Heart pounding, adrenalin pumping.  I basically ended up in the water with a load of others, and this guy basically climbed on me, and wouldn’t let me get up for air.  I must have held my breath in my sleep too.  I was gasping.  That’s probably what woke me.
 
 
The other was more fantastical, but much less scary. It was in a land with magic and winter and a dark wizard. A girl is powerful, but doesn’t realise it. There is a council of wizards – old one tells of girl. They look like Dumbledore and Gandalf and are leaders. The girl comes. A deal is made. She is offered sex in exchange for stopping an evil wizard.n  Don’t even ask me why she was being offered sex as payment.  I haven’t the foggiest.She talks about something to do with her friend and the cold – her friend needs her help I think.  I don’t remember any more.

26/1/10

I had two quite enjoyable dreams last night.

The first dream was a shortish clip. I was in a research team of myself another woman and a man who was leading the party. I felt like I had been granted special permission to be on the trip. We were up on this humongous glacier/ice wall (and it was a wall – at least a mile high – the fields were all tiny and patchwork when I took a peek over the edge) drilling for ice cores. It was /very/ cold up there, we were all in the big Michelin Man high-vis puffy jackets. Our corer appears to be a plastic tube with an odd attachment and I’ve no idea how it worked (If I did I would make a killing, because all that was needed was body weight and it cut through the ice like a hot knife through butter). Our base is near to the edge of the ice wall – as I mentioned I had a peek over the edge (and wasn’t frightened or anything either). The ice is very blocky with a regularish pattern of square and oblong pieces with crevasses surrounding them. The crevasses were filled with ice crystals. The crystals resembles those you would find in a geode or a rock thin section where there has been cracking and re mineralization) so it was perfectly safe to step on and climb over the crevasses. The tops of the blocks were likewise encrusted with these crystals. These crystals are dangerous, and crunched underfoot. The man in charge of the team takes the first core from an area where the ice is completely white, then he lets me try and shows me how. We are studying the variation in the ice, though the reason is now lost to me. The leader directs me to take my core over an area where the ice is white with a broad blue stripe running through it. When we retire for the night after pulling up the core, we sleep in a blocky hollow. I get ill, the air is thin and is making my lungs fill with water and it’s coold. All the blankets are thrown over me but it is not having much effect, they eventually cover me over with their bodies too. I recover. Then the dream faded.

Second dream was odder. And in it I was a boy called Jason. He had dark hair and was fairly slender, no muscle. He seemed to be about 12-14.

It starts with a car chase. The car is white and/or red and Jason is chasing a boy who has committed a crime that he has been blamed for. He is being followed by police and a station wagon typed car with his colleagues in it.
Something happens and the car crashes. It cartwheels and ‘Jason’ is thrown from the car, hit, and then rolls over the snow covered embankment and then lies still on his side. I can’t see any blood but he is still. His back is facing me. Most of the police cars fly past chasing the other car. Others stop by the crash. A man gets out of the station wagon, pulls something out of the boot, where I can see the TV screen with a woman who I ‘know’ to be his partner (and who also happens to be in labour in the hospital) She is giving directions to the guy and both are calling Jason’s name loudly and urgently. He isn’t responding. The man rushes over to him with his kit. Rolls the boy. The last thing I see before the dream shifts is his face. It’s white. Eyes open – he looks shocked. He’s dead.

I know that there is some time travel involved in this dream, because at the same time that he is lying there dead, be is also in a hospital watching the car chase. He’s gotten some small sort of injury that requires a visit to the hospital. The police burst in and try to arrest him for a crime another boy committed (but I didn’t do it! He calls out to them). He has seen the car chase on TV and realises that he has come back in time to stop something. Now he has got to do it all over again, and NOT get himself killed.