25/11/2013

25/11/13

 

I dreamt I was working on scientific research into Tsunami’s with a group of Russians.  I am imprisoned over a disagreement.  They killed anyone who fought in self defence. There is a scary dummy at the prison, and a van with equipment.  I feel a strange compulsion, and find a way to escape by following it, and end up on a boat speeding away.

 

26/1/10

I had two quite enjoyable dreams last night.

The first dream was a shortish clip. I was in a research team of myself another woman and a man who was leading the party. I felt like I had been granted special permission to be on the trip. We were up on this humongous glacier/ice wall (and it was a wall – at least a mile high – the fields were all tiny and patchwork when I took a peek over the edge) drilling for ice cores. It was /very/ cold up there, we were all in the big Michelin Man high-vis puffy jackets. Our corer appears to be a plastic tube with an odd attachment and I’ve no idea how it worked (If I did I would make a killing, because all that was needed was body weight and it cut through the ice like a hot knife through butter). Our base is near to the edge of the ice wall – as I mentioned I had a peek over the edge (and wasn’t frightened or anything either). The ice is very blocky with a regularish pattern of square and oblong pieces with crevasses surrounding them. The crevasses were filled with ice crystals. The crystals resembles those you would find in a geode or a rock thin section where there has been cracking and re mineralization) so it was perfectly safe to step on and climb over the crevasses. The tops of the blocks were likewise encrusted with these crystals. These crystals are dangerous, and crunched underfoot. The man in charge of the team takes the first core from an area where the ice is completely white, then he lets me try and shows me how. We are studying the variation in the ice, though the reason is now lost to me. The leader directs me to take my core over an area where the ice is white with a broad blue stripe running through it. When we retire for the night after pulling up the core, we sleep in a blocky hollow. I get ill, the air is thin and is making my lungs fill with water and it’s coold. All the blankets are thrown over me but it is not having much effect, they eventually cover me over with their bodies too. I recover. Then the dream faded.

Second dream was odder. And in it I was a boy called Jason. He had dark hair and was fairly slender, no muscle. He seemed to be about 12-14.

It starts with a car chase. The car is white and/or red and Jason is chasing a boy who has committed a crime that he has been blamed for. He is being followed by police and a station wagon typed car with his colleagues in it.
Something happens and the car crashes. It cartwheels and ‘Jason’ is thrown from the car, hit, and then rolls over the snow covered embankment and then lies still on his side. I can’t see any blood but he is still. His back is facing me. Most of the police cars fly past chasing the other car. Others stop by the crash. A man gets out of the station wagon, pulls something out of the boot, where I can see the TV screen with a woman who I ‘know’ to be his partner (and who also happens to be in labour in the hospital) She is giving directions to the guy and both are calling Jason’s name loudly and urgently. He isn’t responding. The man rushes over to him with his kit. Rolls the boy. The last thing I see before the dream shifts is his face. It’s white. Eyes open – he looks shocked. He’s dead.

I know that there is some time travel involved in this dream, because at the same time that he is lying there dead, be is also in a hospital watching the car chase. He’s gotten some small sort of injury that requires a visit to the hospital. The police burst in and try to arrest him for a crime another boy committed (but I didn’t do it! He calls out to them). He has seen the car chase on TV and realises that he has come back in time to stop something. Now he has got to do it all over again, and NOT get himself killed.

15/1/10

Me and mum are on a ship in this dream I think. It’s fairly dimly lit, probably in the evening. We are in a room and have visitors. Mum (most unusually for her as she is a social butterfly type) sleeps, while I (also most unusually as I am a bookworm) entertain the visitors at a meal on a table. It’s an Indian style meal with curry and popadoms and bhajii and there was also cake for desert. Then I too sleep after saying good bye to the guests. I wake and explore my surroundings. The ship has Edwardian style flickery lights and a most odd loo. I find my way to the dining room and have breakfast with mum. It looks just like typical English hotel food.

Then the dream shifted. I became a boy with special powers on the run from the government (not often I am male in my dreams so I took note). My family is helping me evade them. I am researching my powers while my family find a safe place/school for me. I find out I am part of the royal family of something – possibly a child of gods (ETA Does this or doesn’t it sound very much like Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief? – and I only watched the trailer a week after having this dream – how random!). When the safe place is found my parents take me there, but we are attacked. Another girl helps us. We end up in this cramped dark room with red light. The father (all nervous like the Witwicky dad in transformers). The boy pulls out some item and his father snatches it (a cigarette lighter in the shape of a gun?) he points it at me telling me off for taking it, I try to explain, but duck as I realise he’s going top use it. He accidentally sets it off – it’s actually a gun, the guy who captured us has the gimmick, which is a significant item in the dream though I don’t know why. The guy who gets shot looks like the guy in charge of sector seven in the transformers film. He is shot in the shoulder. Both look astonished. I stand up, the girl, my family and I make our escape.
The dream sequence ends on a plane, the girl in the seat behind me – she’s pretty, dark wavy hair et al. I think we were in love or something in the dream. Anyway, I have decided and actually enrolled in this special school I read about. My parents and the girl argue with me about my decision, but it’s the only place I can be safe. I distinctly remember saying to the father “but she’s not part of the royal family” – meaning that the girl that has saved us and helped us to safety can’t go to the school. She ends up in tears. The dream fades with her sleeping in the airplane; a little girl in the seat opposite is watching her. I and my family appear to have disappeared by this point. She seems happy in the dream and her face is streaked with tears, hair wild. She wakes, remembers, then sets herself to straightening. She puts on a ‘mask’ to hide her hurt.

18/10/09

In the first dream I was a student of some sort, and I start out in a lecturers office hunting something down on their computer (I am pretty sure there was a Disney film going on in the background) I think I am researching my current assignment while I wait for my lab partners (one of whom is Andy from work). I get talking to John from work when he comes into the office and then we go down to the lab where the boys have been mashing up the sample (I think it was a coal sample but when I held it in my hands it felt like clay) either way, I notice bits of gold in it. John gets all excited and takes the entire class out to some greenhouse to show us something important. Two men come up and tell John that the building we are in is restricted and John replies ‘they just found welsh gold’ and they leave off. I think it quite odd given the fact that we are in the Lake District and the samples came from the Lake District but let it pass. I find more bits of gold in the clay, we divide it into three and me, being materialistic wants to know who gets the finders fee or whatever it was to do with the gold. The dream ends with me out in the field and I have found a boulder with an entire vein of gold on its lower face and I am slowly chipping the gold off it.

(Innit fun when your inner self goes all materialistic and stuff. There was really interesting geology all around me and all my dream self is interested in is the gold!)

I had another dream last night too. I’m in Pembroke and get shown the house of person I once kissed (fairly certain he did it on a bet). It’s a lovely large regency era house with the big sash windows and steps up to the huge door. He is gone and the house is being shown to me as a possible place to rent. It has amazing views of countryside to north and south (which in real life it wouldn’t) though the décor and room layout is a touch odd. It’s coloured in dark colours and lots of reds are used with some gold. There’s a tall and high spiral staircase. Again, I see these amazing views from smaller windows. I now appear to be in a tower.

Suddenly the dream shifts and the house is now a hotel with people being possessed by some form of spirit and others being murdered. The dream then becomes a massive whodunit. I am looking for the killer, and am the first to realise that people are being possessed by it/him as there are several guilty parties, including at least one woman (dressed in 1930’s style clothing).