22/5/13

22/05/2013

I dreamt I was going on a date with a Guy. Joe Platt was driving us and there was a woman in a white dress (pretty, slender and dark haired) and her two younger brothers.. We were in a blue and yellow jeep that was my boyfriends. It could change into a convertible car when needed, and he had won it in a competition. We come out of a museum of sorts that we have been in where we saw woollen canoes and bowls like the staffs moorland pan on pedestals, but the place resembled a village hall more than a museum. We went for a drive along a river valley, heading towards my Aunt’s café. I remember that I looked online and saw that the Volcanoes in the mountains were active and there was an advisory warning, but nothing was blocked off. We drove past one. Its peak was glowing with a black/red/orange glow of a dome of hot lava, but it was really viscous and sticky, so it didn’t appear to be moving. We drove past it. We continued up the mountains, until we could see another mountain throwing pyroclastic bombs out. We stop, as we cannot get safely past this, and then realise we are dangerously close to the bomb fallout zone. We decide to turn back, turn around and try to get the jeep back down. Somehow, it ends up much, much smaller and me and another end up lifting the car down via cables attached to our belts and us acting as breaks to it, but at some point we decide to abandon the jeep. We start walking and get through some scrubby bushes only to find that the lava doming on the volcano we past has expanded, and spread and now covers the road and much of our escape route. We end up running from the veeery slow from the lava which is all pixellated black and glowing orange. Joe wasn’t scared of the lava. He was too annoyed that his Kindle was broken! We end up hopping over tendrils as we run into the valley.

I woke up with my heart pounding. It was 3.30am. Not amused, but I recorded the dream and went back to sleep, and dreamt of walking past a stately home that I’m pretty sure was a Champney’s health spa. I also had a few other fragments. One was that I was helping Joe Fower and Rich prepare for the party that will be being held tonight.

The weirdest fragment however was the dream I was at Carmarthen train station in Wales waiting for a train with mum and Zoe and some others. It was a sunny day and one of the lads went off into a shopping centre to get us drinks, we watched him go and saw a pig in clothes (jeans and a jumper) trot out and over to the supermarket across the road, which was quite surreal. Then we examine a small market stall. There were strange coloured fluids and white crystal stones. I got told off by mum for getting some pink fluid on one. I lick it off, because it’s sweet and edible and drop the stone into a small basin of water that’s there to wash stones.

17/04/2012

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.

01/10/2011

01/10/11
I had a lovely dream last night. I was in a great big building not unlike Kew Palace (which I visited last weekend for my birthday). It was very dilapidated, and it seemed to be in the late Victorian era. I was the daughter of a strange and mysterious woman. She had this secret room up in the top of the house that I had never seen before, until some trouble comes along. We aren’t the only ones living in this house. It’s split in two, the other side seem to be a lot better off than us. I can see their hall (which looks like a hotel lobby) through glass doors. They have a lift too, where we have two sets of stairs. The lift is very dodgy though – it’s like a bell hop baggage cart on a string. They don’t like it and the girl next door who is my age doesn’t like it.
I am in the great hall room (it’s massive, badly in need of decoration – it’s a dirty white and bare wooden floor boards, much resembling the village hall at Lamphey. It is however a room I love. (Last place not changed by step mother perhaps – last link to parents? Anyway, there are cupboards at the end of the hall. I am near them with a young boy who has been being bullied by others at school. A Gentleman comes up. I am familiar with him he is friends with the step mother, and she thinks he’s trying to woo her. I don’t realise it’s me he’s interested in until later. He tells me my mother has asked for me, and then takes the young boy aside, and apparently takes him under his wing. Next time I see him, the boy is his apprentice of sorts, and the bullies are leaving him alone.
I go off to find the woman, but she’s gone off somewhere. I see a door in the room I have never seen before, and come across a whitewashed room, with some sort of pedestal with a rock on it. The rock is like an oolitic limestone, with the texture of soap. Around the walls are various tanks. I hear the mother figure talking about the larvae and keeping me away from it all as I ‘wouldn’t understand’ each tank has a different form, and has larvae at different stages. One I particularly remember is the snow globe that had a spiral pattern of larvae in it. It was almost overcrowded, where other, larger tanks were practically empty – you couldn’t see the larvae, except for one. It looked like a bee. I identified it as a queen larvae.
I go back downstairs before the woman comes back in, after having handled the rock and put it back in place – more spiel about it being an egg rock – each little ooid is an egg, and some of the white shell coating smeared onto my hands like chalk would. I go back to the hallway that leads to the big hall. The other family are out, but I see the lift. Then the gentleman comes and makes it clear its me he is interested in. He hugs me and a brotherly/gentlemanly way, and I hug back. He’s taller than me, and we fit perfectly. I realise I love him. We go back into the hall, which has been painted blue (and badly too – there’s all sorts of gaps and loose paper etc. I complain. Then the gentleman realises something is needed and goes off to search in one of the cupboards, only they are now difficult to find with the new coat of paint. The boy that was being bullied comes back in. I notice knives that don’t have tape on them (a regulation for work) and offer to go get tape to sort the lack. One of my work colleagues in the office is in the next room, that looks like the lab prep room. There is tape of the right colours in there. I turn to go back, and woke up.