25/11/10

25/11/10

I had an odd dream last night and it was quite a dark one. I was a little girl in it, and there must have been something special about me because I was being protected by these adults. I am not sure but we seemed to be refugees in a camp of sorts that was hidden away from the big bad whatever it was, and I am wandering around the encampment which is dark (so was probably night) with green and yellow lights. Anyway, there is this wise old man who in my dream my little girl self idolises. He disappears on a frequent basis and I want to know where he goes, so I follow him and he goes into this secret alcove that is full of soothing greens – it’s got trees and vegetation, and it appears to be a hidden stash of important and ancient documents. He shows me around, and gets me to swear never to reveal the place, only right about that time a claxon goes off – the secret refuge is being attacked by the big bad. I am told to stay here – that I will be safe. He races off, which is fine for a while, except I can hear distant explosions. Of course, being a child, I get bored and go looking for my mentor/protector. I leave the refuge and go wandering the corridors – and am found by the big bad – who appears to be a mix between the Balrog in LOTR and a knight in shining armour. I naturally run back to the hidden refuge and a game of hide and seek ensues between him and me – there are like nine columns that he chases me around and I manage to avoid him for a while, but he soon gains on me – me having short legs etc…but I am rescued by a nun/priestess who comes to me, sees my danger and throws herself in the way. She gets tossed aside and is badly injured. I run to her just as the mentor/guardian guy appears – and the big bad turns to fight him – he taunts the mentor guardian guy by burning paperwork, but he ignores the burning and dives for the big bad, who tosses the paper aside and runs. I dive for the paperwork, since I know it’s important if the big bad was burning it, and put it out, I also put out a plastic bag with smouldering/burning paper in it – and I use my bare hands – it didn’t hurt though, even when the flames were flickering through the gaps in my fingers. Anyway, that gets put out, and then I woke up, so I don’t know how the fight went. I did get the feeling it was something similar to the Dune books which had Silona in.

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.