14/1/13

14/1/13
I had an odd sort of dream last night. I was with mum and we were travelling somewhere. We get to the airport and end up in the VIP check in and lounge which is all cream and gold, with a nice reception desk. Even the plane tickets are gold edged. To get to our plane we need to transfer to it from the lounge, so we end up getting onto a bus. It travels quite some distance and we end up having to change in a city. It’s a bit of a wait, so everyone gets off to explore. There is a museum in a yellow building and inside is very reminiscent of a recent trip to Bath museum. When we get outside we realise we really need to get back to the bus, and end up getting separated as its very crowded. It’s noisy too, lots of shouting and yelling and it sounds threatening. It scared me a little bit. We get back and our bus has turned into a purple freight train car – apparently modified to carry passengers, and we squeeze on and find a seat. The train sets off, and heads up a steep rocky valley side. I can see a river bed below, in places it’s overflowing into the city, and in others it’s draining back into the river bed from the city. In places it’s just dry rock. I don’t remember actually ever reaching the airplane.

06/11/2011

06/11/11

I dreamt that mum was pregnant. I was a midwife at a hospital. It was dark, there was flooding (but it had gone down enough so I could cross the bridge) and there was an angry mob behind me. They catch me up, but I get through unharmed. Mum gives birth to a little girl, and there is a tiny thorn flower given to her. There are others who come, and they are discussing child birth and different positions to give birth in.

The dream shifts then and I am fairly certain there was something with shambling zombies.