21/3/13

I dreamt that a friend had Brain damage, and infection in the brain and that they needed brain surgery.  I see the brain surgeon open up the head by slicing off the top of the head, skull and brain included.  Inside it’s green and cabbagey.  The surgeon mentions the word Hemispherectomy (I definitely got that from a Grey’s Anatomy episode and other elements work their way in too).  We thought the whole thing would be a minor procedure, but the friend looses a lung anyway.  Yang & Burke were in the hospital but go out to a beach to collect fish and shells and other things.  Yang has a problem with the water, they end up rock climbing as the sea water is rising and cutting them off from the rest of the coast.  They walk up the coast path onto a road to get away from the rising water and a car overtakes them.

 

Then the dream shifted and I was in a ship’s engine room, there is an emergency, flooding and people try to escape.  We end up climbing a ladder to a hatch and then my friend Sam, who in one of our roll play games /play’s a very very good engineer trys to fix the problem.  I can see a time clock ticking and then a shout to be heard, and realise everything has been made safe.

Then the dream shifted again, I’m in a hotel, there is a pool and swimming lessons are going on at one end.  The hotel has a buffet and there are scotch eggs and cake.  I’ve a scotch egg in one hand, a piece of cake in another.  Mum is with me and is complaining she can’t use the pool because of the students.

19/2/13

19/2/13
I had many dream fragments last night. In the first I dreamt I was on a beach with a huge frozen wave. There were also lizards that had had a long journey without water.
In the next I was climbing a mountain. There was a woman called Jill who I identify as a friend. We are with other friends and on/by a train track. We are stuck on the train track side and our friends leave. We do manage to get to the other side safely.
In the next dream I am in a house or shop with friends. There is a problem and we are protecting people. We decide we need to set the bomb off. A female friend volunteers to do it. It wasn’t vividly enough remembered for specifics, but I know she will die doing it. I head to a room in a hotel, it’s whitewashed and looks very Greek in style. I grab the coverings, a duvet and a blanket and get in the bath after removing the glass basin from the room. I cover myself over with the duvet and sheet. It doesn’t feel like it’s enough protection. There’s a huge sonic boom that shatters all the windows and glass. I am safe under the covers.

11/12/12

11/12/12

I dreamt I was riding in a three day event competition on hired horses. I walk along a beach to go to new lands. There is a native American girl and a dog that is thought to be dangerous. There was a couple and something about signatures. There is an evil guy after a girl and the ‘dangerous’ dog is a stray. But it’s very sweet. The dog rescues the girl, a door is locked and the girl is safe. The Evil guy has been entrapped.

26/06/2012

26/06/2012
Last night’s dream was quite interesting.
I was in a house on a hill (there were terraces).There was a train station at the top of the hill. I was walking down the hill, possibly from the station to the bottom of the hill. As I passed by one of the shops in the terrace I see smoke drifting inside. I help to raise the alarm and rescue the people inside, though it is ONLY smoke – there’s no fire. I’m not even sure where the smoke was coming from. It was a music shop though and had a mystical feel about it. The smoke eventually clears and everyone is safe.
I carry on down the hill to the beach on the coast. There is another house, this one a large dilapidated Victorian mansion type. It is apparently my ‘family inheritance’. The family used to own a lot of the land around but now it is mainly a tiny strip of dirty muddy beach and the strip along the estuary and some rough scrubby woodland behind the mansion on the hilly bits. There are foxgloves in the wood. Someone (an elderly lady) wants to pick them for a grave (probably the person I inherited the place from). I offer to get them for her since she is obviously too frail to be climbing hills with uneven and slippery footing. It turns out that the ‘crown’ commandeered all of the good land that the estate once owned for a national park typed thing (since it was an area of natural beauty and had a lovely sandy coastal beach as well as other habitats. (it would be so much better in a story if it was commandeered for a war effort of some secret nature and /then/ turned into a national park – part of the story could be the struggle to get the land back!) – Oooh…this could tie in with my Victorian twins story possibly…
Note to self: work it into the story. With a shoehorn if necessary.

22/06/2012

22/06/2012
I had two dream fragments last night. The first was Olympics related, and probably linked to chatting with my boss yesterday. I went to where they were handing out the games makers uniforms and asked if they still needed staff, but naturally they didn’t (I’t s /well/ past the deadline for all of that). The person I was talking to also (not sure why)mentioned that they were using over 15s for drivers and then I left. I downloaded a first aid app on my iphone and walked off. The place was a warehouse with a concrete fronting/driveway/parking area.
The other dream was slightly odd. There were towers, and one of them explodes. Out of the explosion a dirigible of dodgy construction (similar to the one in the Mummy 2) it rises up and up into the cold upper atmosphere. The occupants were a crazy old guy, a young boy, and a scraggly old captain (complete with grizzled beard and eye patch). The old guy asks the captain if it’s safe to go down, but is told that to go down too fast would be fatal. He says it’ll take about 200 miles to get down. This has all the flavour of Steampunky goodness. I /really/ need to think up a story to go with this.

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.

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.

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.

29/12/09

I have watched the remake of The Day of the Triffids recently so wasn’t overly surprised to have a dream starring the Triffids last night. It seemed to be set in Preston town centre. Also unsurprising. I’ve been staying in Preston for the past fortnight. I was in the St Georges shopping centre when they attack with a group of military people of all things. We survive and hide out, but know that we need to get down to Debenhams and the Fishergate shopping centre, where everyone can be safe (though I have no idea how given the open plan design. The county council offices would have made a FAR better fort. Anyway. We band together and make it to the Fishergate Centre and are taken in. I know things happened after that in the dream, but I think it was more stuff that followed the Triffid Programme – the bit in the garage – only in the dream it wasn’t humans attacking, it was Triffids. I woke up after this briefly, so the dream was lost and the ending very fuzzy in the morning when I tried to remember it.

I did however have a second dream last night which was an unusual one, but not overly disturbing. I was at grandmas with mum (which is somewhat unusual given that my parents are divorced and mum and grandma have only met occasionally at functions such as brother’s wedding and my graduation). They were acting all chummy and it was I think my birthday. Another slight unusual occurrence – my birthday is September, but outside there was plenty of snow on the ground. I was wearing a VERY red fluffy scarf. We take our boots off and go onto grandma’s dining room (which appears to have become a conservatory not unlike the one at my Uncle Peter’s place in the Lake District. In the room was a cage with a tiny little brown bird in it. At first I think it’s a sparrow. I go closer and it turns out to be a humming bird. It manages to escape from its cage when I open the door. It has the most beautiful singing voice. I remember thinking that that must make up for it’s drab colouring. It flies around the dining room/conservatory. Then it flies out through an open window into the cold outside. Grandma shuts the door behind it. I feel very sorry for the poor little thing because it’s flitting around outside and trying to get back in. I don’t remember much after this part of the dream, but possibly I went outside, caught the hummingbird and wrapped it in my scarf. I would then have taken it inside. I do remember it flitting around the room (but that could be an earlier part of the dream before the bird escapes outside. I do remember its beautiful singing voice, and how small it was in my hands.