26/09/11?

26/9/11?

I’m not sure when I dreamed this one as while I wrote it own, I didn’t add a date but it probably dates to around the same time as the last.

So I am stuck on a train station, I’m going off to the ‘Haven’ Garden which appears to be some form of school. I have missed the pick up from the train station so a teacher comes for me

When I get there I am led into a room with disabled children. The children are all reluctant to have an operation. It’s my job to convince them that it will be good for them – there is lots of talk, lazing around and convening with them. Then a nasty boy comes in mocking me with a piece of paper – I already know the contents of the paper and accept the contents. I’m not sure if any of the kids decided to go through with the operation, but the last image I have is a big puppy pile of sleepers.

25/4/10

This dream was somewhat odd. I don’t remember all of it because I didn’t get it down in time. I was with a group of boys. I distinctly remember a name, though I don’t know who’s it was. Henry Spoone. We were a small group exploring an industrial complex. I think we were new to the place. I was certainly the only girl in the group. We were wandering along one of the walkways (not unlike the ones you find in airports – like a flat escalator only caged with metal bars) when we see a group of boys across the way. They were working on something I think and they had a disabled boy with them. He was in a mobility chair which gets hooked up to a pole, hoisted in the air and spun around. Don’t ask me why, I have no idea. While I watch this I climb onto one of the railings. The others in my group then (in a rather nasty move) retract the walkway so I am stuck, and if I let go I will fall and die. Thankfully, the disabled boy on his pole sees me and calls out to his companions that I am there. I am then rescued by a really nice lad who gets a ladder down to me.