09/11/2013

09/11/13

 

I had a not very vivid dream.  I was in Pembroke town, house hunting and there were elements of the TV show the legend of Korra – possibly I or one of the companions I usually have present in my dreams had her powers.  I saw cows in a field, from the house I was viewing, and saw photos of it too.  Outside I end up putting a barb through my foot and a farmer has to help and rescue me.  Then the dream shifted and I was in a shop, it was sunny.  Horse carriages were trundling past, and the shop sold food.

26/07/2011

26/07/11

Last night’s dreams were a bit trippy, but not in a bad way. I appeared to be a babysitter to a young lad of about 10 and a teenage girl, who was a real bitch. Her brother had upset her somehow, so she stole something of his that was really precious to the boy. Some sort of disk I think. Anyway, they seem to be moving house soon and things are all boxed up and in a state of disrepair. The kids were squabbling and I can’t handle it. So I give the girl a really ticking off, particularly when I catch her in my handbag. I pay a visit to a solicitor in Pembroke, or it is the solicitors, kids, I am babysitting.

I also have a dream fragment of a hill with massive steps.

30/4/11

30/4/11
 
I was picking flowers down in Pembrokeshire down the lane behind dads, and heading to St Davids road.  I had to go there, but don’t know why.  A fairly boring for one of my drams, but at least it shows I can have some normal ones based soley off my memories.

19/10/10

19/10/10

I had several fragments of dreams last night.

The first is set in Pembroke Haven with mountains and paths. I end up walking up to a little cottage which we (I don’t know who the other was now) end up buying.

In the next dream fragment, my mum’s cousin, my ‘uncle’ John has lost the town he lives in and cant get home (the town has moved rather then him simply getting lost)

In the next I am at home. The house eventually fills with people. I am cooking for Christmas. It’s going badly. Everything has been left too long looks unappetising.

In the next I am on a field course. I blow up tents etc (they are inflatable),and am not told about a big test – There reason for this is that they have to clamp down ‘so you don’t tell the year below’. It is raining constantly. I burst my fit ball while being shown how to inflate it.

In the next I am in a village. We need water. I am discussing the situation with several women, I offer to go. I need to clean my pockets a bit. Someone tries to nick the money in my pocket. I have to wrestle it off her. I take two jugs and walk down the hill. One man in desperate need of water.

2/10/10

2/10/10
This dream was definitely work related. I was being shown the DSS test (Direct Simple Shear) by Phil because he has no choice (he definitely wouldn’t show me how to do the test OR the processing given the choice. It’s very clique-ey in the effective stress/advanced lab. Hell, he didn’t want me to learn how to process CRS (constant rate of strain) Oedometers (a compression test) because ‘I didn’t know what I was doing’ – this despite the fact I pretty much RAN the normal (non advanced) oedometer lab for a good three months while my line manager was ill with lung cancer (he’s in remission now :D) Anyway, I end up cleaning the benches and all the machines which are offline because of the re jigging/renovations of the lab (which aren’t happening until next year) and Phil is showing me how to start a DSS – on the odd (and old) machine next to where I do data processing.

In the second dream I am at dads in Pembroke, which appears to be a modern house on the East Gate wall. It is apparently prone to flooding, this despite being up high (unless it’s got a basement or something) It has a library. We go out to the beach to do something. I see fields with reddish plants and spikes, plus lots of wild garlic and a wall broken down and all crumbled (it’s a dry stone wall). Coming back to dads via a tunnel and the lower entrance (the one that floods) I meet nanny and granddad. Granad tells me what to do with some pictures and notes that we have taken. Some of the photos are of family. He seems disoriented and apologises for his confusion. It’s not like granddad. It upsets me. I go upstairs to library after he and nanny leave.

In the third dream of the night I am leaving a health spa with mum. It apparently has a garden centre attached. We go into a garden shop after mum has driven us around for a bit. The road surface changes every time we turn a corner, one minute it’s a dirt track, the next tarmack, the next grass, then stone then tile, then sand etc…we even drive up steps at one point – and it was roa and not a footpath! The garden shop is not selling plants – only gifts and bags and stuff. Mum suggests we try Ragdale Hall (a really good health spa by the way). Then I woke up.

9/9/10

I had three or four dreams last night

In the first dream I was in the countryside, there were lots of trains and train tracks nearby and for some reason, the trains were acting really oddly this day. They seemed to have a mind of their own. I was out for a walk with friends – it was wooded and autumn – lots of browns and rusty leaves, and there was at least one runaway train. It went round a loop and managed to separate half its carriages from the main engine (they were steam trains). I and my companions, after seeing this odd behaviour decide to investigate why the trains are going weird. I don’t remember much about this one, except that we followed a train track and…I don’t remember what else. The dream shifted. I am fairly certain there was a train wreck at some point though.

In the next dream I am following Captain Scarlet around. There’s this really dangerous laser device – Captain Blue ends up being killed by Scarlet because he is under the mysteron control (not sure how he figured this out – he wasn’t even that upset about it. I distinctly remember him making a comment about how he knew that if he came under mysteron control he would die etc…). We then end up in space being chased by these green insect things (mechanical and mysteron controlled) swarm that are trying to destroy our craft (and by extension – us). I don’t know what happened, but there was a very impressive explosion.

The thisrd is set at work. I start at Kim’s – I’m getting ready for work, there are things I am thinking of taking (including a book case of all things) but I am taking the bus and can’t carry it – so I only take my backpack.

When I get to work there is a set of drawers in the aisleway and loads of bags and jewelery set out on top of it – pale blue and silver, purples and reds. I think it is mine for a while, but then Alana (from uni) comes in and says it’s her stuff and it’s all for sale. The girls in the lab crowd round. I look at the artwork on the walls. I mention something about a painting of Keele (it looks more like Pembroke walls and the east gate hill and church from the commons to me).

The third dream was well trippy – I was on a beach, trapped there with a friend – there’s lots of sand, steep slopes, and rocks buried in the sand. There are others around as well. We manage to get up the beach we couldn’t climb with the aid of the waves and make our way up to the beach entrance/exit area – again we use waves to get us up to safety. There are towels there and we are drying off, then someone arrives – they are going to lead us to safety. We have to climb up a slender silver pole (wobbly and too many climb at the same time, to the next floor up (it’s like a square hole in the floor/ceiling) and then surrounded by lots of pipes and tubes –I break them as I have to make a desperate grab for a place of safety (I was the first to climb and the others below are too heavy. We have to fix them.

24/7/10

24/7/10

I was on a container vessel in Pembroke Haven. Somehow I can steer it by thought. It’s heading out to sea, and is just sailing past Dale and into the mouth of the haven when I discover that the ship needs to turn round, which it does slowly as I turn my head to look in the direction I need to go. I can see the Dale side of the Haven which has very interesting geological formations that look like / / / / / / with valleys between the rock up-thrusts with interesting greenery and beaches in the valleys. I make a mental note to take a closer look or get dad to drive me there so I can see next time I am down (this is how vivid the dream was at this point – I never realised I was dreaming. Then the boat finished it’s turn and the dream has shifted. We are suddenly in the outer Pembroke millpond and docking at a point not physically possible for a container ship, if only because the water is too shallow and the ship has become a trolley or frame of sorts that I need to maneover around to get into town. I was on the front of the cargo vessel at time and there was some sort of a ladder down the keel of the ship which detached. I get confused, go forward and backwards but wake up before I solve the dilemma.

6/6/10

6/6/10

I’m in Pembroke, with a friend we were cycling and had archery gear. We stop at a pub along the road to east gate. My friend disappears. I meet a guy. We play cards – a weird game with all sorts of different types of card (different sizes/things on them)
its a bit like shit head though. He is supposedly a dangerous type according to my disappeared friend, but to me he is just all round nice. He and I wander up the main street for some reason and into Pembroke town to the place he lives (this bit was a bit fuzzy as was the why I went with him when I had been warned he was a dangerous type).

We didn’t take my gear, or his big orange bag. anyway, when we get to his place, he leads me up to a room and mutters something about refreshments. I am left alone in his bedroom. It’s very sparsely furnished, and much tidier than mine, a fact I comment on to him when he returns with something to eat. The walls are mint green, there are some orangey brown bits like the bed throw – the bed is made of a similar coloured wood the thing I noticed most was a gorgeous painting on one wall near to the window (it was quite dim in the room, so it either had blinds/was v small.
The painting was of a white picket fence, with blue sky and fluffy clouds and white and yellow lillies. I think (in the dream) that I should try to re create that. Then he returns and we sit on the bed eating and talking until it’s time to go. We have finally remembered our stuff we left at the pub.

So we head back, wandering along the high street, only to see that my bow bag, and his bag (a tangerine coloured bag) have been dumped at the intersection of the east gate where the roundabout is. I mention they forgot to add the bike and then the dream faded.

12/5/10

12/5/10

I had two dreams last night. Both were quite odd.

The first was the least vivid of the two. In it I was doing something like helicopter training or some such and one of the lessons was very in depth on how to fold socks – and not just folding them. It was also a lesson of wrapping them around a person’s ankle (sort of a makeshift bandage? I’m not sure) anyway, after the sock folding lesson, I meet grandad and we go to the cinema. I can’t remember what we were going to see.

The second dream was FAR more detailed and wouldn’t make too bad a plot bunny.

In this dream -which was a complete mas up of War of the Worlds and Restoree – aliens are invading. They look freakily like the war of the world’s tripods. Only I never actually see one in the dream. I do however know how to kill them. Which is why I am running around like a blue assed fly trying to find a taser gun/rifle (they are like the MIL in Restoree – can’t handle electricity running through them) I have no idea how I know this, I just do – one of those dream foibles. The dream also has mysterious reccuring handsome guy in it. I end up going into B&Q or some other huge superstore to find electrical tape or some such which is odd because the dream is set in Pembroke, and there are no BIG superstores, and certainly not for hardware short of Pembroke Dock. Anyway, whatever I was searching for, I find it, just as an alien crashes the store. I only just escape and race of to attack it, only it’s already gone. So Me and cute reccuring dream guy decide to head for a refuge (there was a reason, which is now lost to me). Anyway to get to this refuge we have to go under the railway bridge (which is over the lower lamphey road rather then the upper lamphey road like it’s supposed to be. There is a guard at the bridge. We are being chased by an alien tripod thingy (I only ever get bare glances at the legs shining in the sun as they go round corners) The guardian of the bridge (who lives under the bridge, is a rather chatty Kracken. We talk for a few minutes, ask it to guard our backs – we are going to the Ballymaloe refuge/sanctuary.

The dream shifts then. It takes something like two days to get to ballymaloe, and we hole up in a cave overnight where I discover /meaningful/ words carved into a stone wall. I am annoyed I don’t remember them. Then we get to ballymaloe and there are more carvings in stone. I think I was supposed to figure out the clues or something to stop the aliens, but I woke up.

15/12/09

I didn’t write this one down in sufficient detail before I lost the most part of it, and it was in any case a somewhat fuzzy dream. I only put down key words to remind myself of the events in the dream, so apologies in advance for the sparseness of detail.

I am in a housing estate (it feels like I am back in the Pembroke area around the new developments). There is a beast loose. We come and search houses (there are I think several people with me). Everyone is dead in all the houses. There’s some sort of black pall over the ‘village’.

The dream shifted then and the group of us went down to the river (it did resemble the Cleddau). I go into the water. I am diving in the murky muddy water to search for a ring tossed in water by a man who is holding my mother captive. I can’t see it and have to feel for it in the flowing, cold, murky water.

Mum is on the shore being held prisoner by this group. She’s taken away. I desperately need to get the ring from the mud (possibly so I can get her release) and then follow them down river (only I stay in the water). I find a motor powered body board which I take to use. I think the propeller could potentially be very injurious if that thing had been created in real life – it was massive – and right where a swimmers stomach is open to some serious slicing. But I was fine on it, as it was a dream. I head down river to free mum. That’s all I remember.