16/8/12

16/8/12

I dreamt of being on Pembroke Haven. There’s icebergs in the water. I am on a trip with people. There is snow on the ground, and it’s partly melted. I cross a rickety bridge (spiral metal scrollwork in red, though it could just be very very rusty) to a floating platform to see the icebergs passing beneath. In the dream I got photos of them., blues, greens yellows, depending on how deep under the water they are when passing the platform. The water is reasonably clear. The platform gets hit by an Iceberg I can see coming, but it comes fast, like all the rest of them, when it hits the platform tips over into the water. The water oddly enough isn’t icy cold, probably a dream buffer and the fact I /wasn’t/ physically cold in real life. I swim to shore, and drag myself into the changing rooms, they are underground, and there is a passage into it open to the air, and bars above. The changing rooms are in a bad state of disrepair and broken. It appears that the place the changing rooms are located is closed because it’s ‘out of season’. I have a shower etc even though it’s so essy, and in the end I get let out. There are also 2 guys in it, they end up in the water with me and go into the guys changing room. I assume that their changing room is in as bad a state of disrepair as mine.

14/12/2011

14/12/11

Last night I dreamt that there were War of Worlds machines in the city. I had a backpack and there was lots of running away. There were twin blonde girls running away too. We cross a park and a road and are just going across a stream via stepping stones (slippery), but one of the twins hesitates, and is killed. The other twin is devastated and mentally kicks herself for leaving her twin behind. Somehow we end up getting captured.

I see an iron man all solidified and rusted, because it got beaten in a fight (its the old fashioned from the cartoon one not the recent film one with Robert Downey Junior) as we get led away to our emprisonment. Megatron from the transformers film is there and we are prisoners being brought to a tower prison that looks like a set of cubby holes with paradox stairs (we think we are going down when we are actually going up. The lower levels are safer and the women go down there (I’m male in this dream). We are taken to the top and pass a room which has smeagol from LOTR in. We carry on to the top.

We emerge onto a platform. It’s grassy and green and there’s another person there already. There are some sort of shiny black discs, that are crumbly but hard at the same time. Then the dream shifts and I am in a dining room playing games. I have a letter with image of Uncle Peter’s ‘cottage’, complete with an owl – I see it in three settings, in the dark and light and without the huge owl with wings spread next to the chimney.

22/11/10

22/11/10

Last Night I had a quite bizarre dream. It had two bits (Probably more and I don’t remember it – it wouldn’t surprise me given my dream cycle recently). In the first bit I am at a train station of sorts, and there is this bloke there – he washes the train carriages. He shows me how to do it and takes me on as his apprentice. I remember that in the dream I wipe down a London West Midlands carriage (the dirt comes right off with a damp cloth). Then that train leaves and a Virgin cross country train takes its place and because I took forever cleaning the last carriage, I am left alone and to my own devices to do this one, so of course I end up scrubbing the platform (which is incredibly dirty – it comes up really well), and then I get onto the train to scrub the last bit – and the train sets off! So I head through the carriage, and there are people there, as if it’s any regular train stop, and I want to get off, so am asking when the next stop is, and then hit on the idea of asking the driver, so I head forward. I never get there – the train hits the next stop and I get off. Now I need to find my way back to my place. I end up bumping into Sean Bean – and go all fan girl asking all sorts of stupid questions – mostly about his time playing Sharpe. And he’s really quite good about it. We do this while we are walking along a dirt track which has grassy bits either side, and then I discuss juggling my ‘two’ jobs – my job as an apprentice train washer, and something else.

So, yeah. A bit bizarre. My mum howled with laughter when I told her about it.