13/11/2013

13/11/13

 

Last night I had quite a vivid dream about being somewhere in the country.  There were a lot of trees and a rocky mountain.  It vaguely reminded me of the area around Mucross in Ireland.  There was a man there and he was going to give a girl a lesson, but the horse was very fresh,  I said I could ride and so he asked if I could take a bit of the spring out of him.  I agreed to, and mounted (bareback and it was a bit of a struggle) but I held on like a limpet.  The horse was an absolute dream to ride, and didn’t appear to be feisty in the slightest.  It was a gypsy type, with long mane and tail, and piebald with brown patches.  The reins were rough rope, like you get on a lead rope.  We clambered up the mountain, ducking under trees and hopping over rocks.  It was really nice.  The dream faded before  I returned the mare to the man for his lesson.

28/9/12

28/9/12

I had a very disturbing dream last night. I was in some sort of military group and one of the team was injured (which is something of an understatement as most of his innards were missing and you could see daylight between the ribs of the ribcage. There was significant amount of charred flesh too. That was what disturbed me. How vivid the injuries were. According to the medic, if we got him home he’d be ‘just fine’. Surprisingly he is well enough to stand up and walk. The medic puts some bandages on the ‘wounds’. He zips up his jacket to hide the injuries. We set off at a walk along a dirt track. There are two guys at the front, the injured dude in the middle and me and the injured dude’s girlfriend/partner at the back. We break into a run as we approach a forest long a dirt track. The injured guy must be delirious or lost some of his senses as he veers off into the forest, and me and the girlfriend are far enough back that we can’t stop him. We lose sight of him. It turns out his name is Chris. We yell his name, and call the two guys way up front back before diving into the forest after him . One of the front runners is called John. I yell his name, and follow the girlfriend. It’s quiet in the woods, it’s pine needles as flooring and is cool and dark. There are dead branches, a brook and some moss and ferns. We find Chris face down on the ground. We turn him over. It’s obvious he’s dying. We stay with him, lying either side of him, holding his hands and talking to him until he goes, and then take him to ‘the gateway’ I got the impression of something like a Stargate, and we bury him under a stone cairn.

I also had another much less disturbing dream that was a mash up of my friends who play L5R (Legend of the 5 Rings) with what I did at work yesterday. Everyone is being scrupulously polite, despite differences between us (we have relatively high honour Utaku Battle Maiden (me) and lower honour ninja assassins etc in the party). We go for a ride in a open carriage pulled by a very pretty little chestnut filly (she can’t be more than 2 years old, she’s nervy or flighty and very fast. She has. Long slender legs, and beautiful face with a blaze and those lovely liquid brown eyes all horses have. There’s a button on the carriage that acts as a break when we go downhill. It’s very jerky. We are all still very scrupulously polite

25/07/12

25/07/12

Weird dream last night. I was in a hotel doing what I usually do at Cornerstones cafe – so I’ve paperwors and a net book covering an entire table. I’m in the restaurant. There is a lovely smoked salmon salad. I’m kicked out of the restaurant however. Tye are preparing the tables for guests, so I pack my things up and then see a rare foily pokemon card that I think might be quite valuable on the floor. I pick it up and add it to my bag. The the dream shifted and I find myself and mum getting on a water based ride like you get at a theme park like Alton Towers or Blackpool Pleasure beach. The attendant is quite fussy. He doesn’t want the ride to break. They get into one of the seats (four to a cart) and it takes them into a dark tunnel. I then find myself swimming in a canal. It’s a sunny day and there are golden wheat fields to either side, a town in the distance. I bump into a couple on a canal boat. They offer me a lift in exchange for assistance repairing their boat. Turns out the repairs are being made with piped icing – some in black, some in silver. I’m not far from home – it’s on the opposite side of the canal to where the couple are moored up. The canal appears to split beyond the boat, one path heading up a hill and the other towards the town beyond the fields. I woke up then.

17/01/2012

17/01/12
I had several dream fragments last night.  One of them was Kath’s sister again.  It must be the horses thing. I’ve always loved horses.  Anyway, Sarah Inskip has a stud and at least six or seven horses.  In the dream this has expanded to something like twenty.  And she’s struggling to cope, though she loves them all, so when a truly huge bay gelding (shire sized, but Hanoverian/ or similar composition turns up and I fall in love with him, she’s more than happy to let me take him on.  I mount (somehow – like I said, he’s BIG). Then we go for a ride.
Then the dream shifts and I’m in a bookshop come assembly room and there are other people around.  I nip to the loo.  When I come out there are loads of fantasy beings around, and a problem that’s affecting them.  The vampires have to find their parent, and the werewolf mentions it was his uncle who bit him.  A couple of us investigate the problem, and we end up on a space ship that is apparently haunted by malevolent ghosts, because when I pass out, I come to with a tube attached and my blood is trickling out.  I keep removing it, but the ghost or invisible creature keeps reattaching it.  I woke up after that.