17/04/2012
I had the weirdest dream last night.  There was a Chinese or Japanese woman, a mother (in the dream my mother) who is chatting to some other adults.  We are in a museum or palace where there are toys or weapons on pedestals.  I play with one pretty silver box (really ornate scroll decoration over it).  I accidentally knock it over after I have finished playing.  I cut my finger on it – it turns out it contains tiny weapons that wouldn’t go amiss in a dolls house.  They fall out of the box.  The mother of my dream tells me to be careful.  There are other children here and they are fascinated with the box and weapons.  We see a secret door in a wall, and realise that the box of ‘weapons’ is a ‘key’ (if you are a accomplished lock picker at least).  The parents move out of the room.  I bow, and then they take the box.  We enter the door.
The door slams shut behind us, plunging us into darkness.  An ‘exit’ light appears lighting up a tunnel.  There are two options.  One option is narrow and poorly carved, and looks the less easy passage, but I feel that this is the safest route to get out, and opt to take it.  The other passage is broad and easy with no steps.  The other kids opt to take that one.  I have a gut feeling that that route isn’t safe, though I have no proof to offer them.  I climb the narrow twisting way and end up in a very opulent lavender and paisley decorated room.  There is the most gorgeous cat in there, cream and brown spots, soft fur and it’s all over me for attention.  I spend some time with the cat, but eventually move on. I come to another opulent room.  It looks very much like the one with the cat which I just left.  In this room there is a beautiful woman.  She’s bound to a chair and gagged in the centre of the room.  She’s very dissatisfied with her lot (who wouldn’t be?).  I have no idea why she’s a prisoner.  Men come in and they stare at her, like hungry wolves, but they don’t touch her in any way, just look.  I leave before anything happens unnoticed by the men, who seem to be captivated under some sort of a spell by the woman.
I carry on walking.  I see my friends over a balcony.  They are in some sort of a mine – lots of flames, lots of attackers.  I fire off my bow (which suddenly appeared out o nowhere or as if I’d had it all along and not realised I had it until that moment. They escape.
I come out of the maze safely. 
The dream shifts
I’m at a bike race with my friends, but my bike is in a terrible state.  In real life the bike has a flat tyre from over wintering, in the dream it’s in a much worse state – falling apart.  I miss the race as someone is helping me fix my tyre.  Joe and Sera are there, but they are racing, so I look after their gear.  There are some golden haired twins who eventually fix my bike, but then I woke up.