26/08/13

26/08/13

I had a bit of a strange dream last night I was in a town, which was oxford, but very wild west town-ish. I was walking around the green, which looked a lot like the one I used to walk around up in Tanterton in Preston. It is autumn, and wet and chilly. I come across a woman. She is in distress so I stop to help her. She gives birth to this hideous mummy like creature, and she knows she is dying. She’s cold, wet and its autumn, and it’s like the child sucked all the life out of her. She asks me to care for it. I agree before she dies. The child is tiny, like a baby Thumbelina mummy. All blackish brown leathery skin. I wrap it up and continue walking, to take the baby to the Father, who I apparently know. I took a baby bottle when the mother gave me the child before she died, so feed the baby, and for some reason, the baby starts to get the normal soft pink flesh a baby has. As I walk I see rubbish from a stately home. There are desks and other furniture, including a wash stand. I continue looking for the father, walking into wild west Oxford. There is a dead man in a buried (something I stopped writing after this, but I’m presuming that based on what my memory is coming up with the father is buried in a clear coffin in an open grave.

11/2/10

Quite an action packed dream this was. It started in a shopping centre. I was with John from work. We were in the centre of Oxford. Then we leave the centre of Oxford in a few steps. We end up on a hill in the dark outside a farm. There are firemen all around and they are trying to put out a fire in the farmhouse. It isn’t however a fire that is going to be put out, as out of the garage rolls a viscous iridescent fluid. It is slow and gelatinous at first and not too hot, as a fireman puts his foot down on the mass. But suddenly it flares into full on red/orange very fluid lava. We all run away from it and again end up in the shopping centre in Oxford. There I meet Roger (my boss) and Gareth from work. We run through the shopping centre and turn left. I don’t see John after this so he must have gone right. We pass through an alley on a hill. There are little cottages and houses and go into and through a hotel. We are being followed by others in a long ragged line we have to go along this corridor – chased by this lava and just staying ahead of it. We have to cross a stream channel before the lava enters it. We cross and get out of the hotel in front of the lava which roars past us in the channel lake a raging river trapped within it’s banks. We run outside and across a field. We end up climbing another hill with trees and stuff. But we know we need to go higher up this hill because the lava can get over it. We go down the other side as the lava lights up the sky behind us. We pass through another field and then have to cross a stream and climb the bank (covered with thorn trees). It’s getting light now so must be dawn. For some reason we are all carrying rubbish bags filled with something that we leave on the bank At least some of us make it to this side of the stream before the lava chasing us catches up. But we are safe on this side of the river. When it has flowed past and all is safe we head back to the hotel, along the hallways and along the narrow way we went to cross the channel. Everything is smoky and singed and it is now daylight. I pass through ahead of my companions (a woman and two young girls) and into the courtyard with the small cottages. I am looking through one of the windows into a quaintly decorated room where two little old ladies live when some man points a gun at me – I distinctly hear the click that arms it. They are looters. I don’t remember much past the little old ladies cottage, except that there was a car and a canal, and something burning.