22/10/10

22/10/10

Last night I had a Greys Anatomy related dream.

It was in a big old castle & town in Spain . The stonework and wood I remember were really beautifully carved. I am looking around like a tourist. There is a dog in the dream, though I don’t remember what it looked like. It follows us around for a bit. The owner finally turns up and then the dog and owner disappear. We go into the other room and see water and pools. There are all sorts of treatments and stuff. There are warm water machines lining walls, strange carved seats etc as well. One room has a bookcase and another is selling books. I see a sleeping beauty one or a Cinderella one that I think Tyler would like. The bookshelf has Jules Verne on it and unidentified old books.

In the next room there are loads of seats. I am now on an ‘airplane’. I sit down and end up chatting with guy who fears flying.

Dream shifts and we are on a bus.

Derek from Greys Anatomy appears. He’s lost his nerve for surgery. His sister is a kidnapper/burgler and can get anywhere. She helps him somehow. Derek is thinking of going into neuro (not the surgery, the other one neuro-physiology I think it’s called – it pays more, and he and I are thinking of getting a house together. There is a kidnap and ransom of a little girl. Derek’s sister leaves her group who’s kidnapped the girl to help her brother.

3/8/10

I had multiple dream fragments last night, one of them was very vivid.

The first dream is not massively vivid, but I remember that the dream started with an overview of an area with ‘corner stone’ – a smooth kind of sand or mudstone before diving into the dream. It’s in a nice little bay, with lush greenery higher up beyond the rocks. I am now swimming in the grayish sea. The water is quite calm. And I am near to these smoothed ‘corner stones’. They are rounded and resemble bubbles with swirls and laminations. I swim around them and come to a gravel beach. There is a man with a camera on the corner stones. There is seaweed and driftwood on the gravel beach and I walk without discomfort, even though the gravel is sharp. I see a shell upturned on the gravel. It has a hermit crab in it. I bend down and turn it over. The hermit crab is still alive and it starts trying to scuttle towards the sea. The waves push it back, so I give it a hand, and then walk up onto the corner stones.

The camera man and I talk, and he points out features he has been taking pictures of. Then I see the hermit crab (it’s shell floats) on the surface and it’s ‘swimming’ towards a small piece of land (the sea has suddenly become a dead flat stream. The camera man starts zooming in on the hermit crab (the dream vision does also) and then the dream faded.

No #2

In the second dream, which was the least vivid of the three, I was in a house that I recognised in the dream as my home, but I don’t recognize it as anything I have actually lived in in RL. I get the impression that the place has been sold. I was wandering through the rooms, looking at them as if I am not going to see them again. I only remember two rooms though, both bedrooms, and both supposedly mine, one from an elder self, and one from a younger me. I also know that I am really tired and need to sleep. The bedroom for my ‘elder’ self is a blue with green and purple stenciling – really beautiful and intricate, where boarders should be and around the window and above the door. The bedroom occupied by younger me is still with it’s original decoration – it looks like a park – the walls and ceiling painted to resemble a park, with trees overhead. they looked really intricate and as realistic as painted tees can get on wall and ceiling. There were also paintings of Teepee’s made from sticks (three little pigs reference anyone?). I think ‘Oh this was painted when I was going through that phase’ – meaning the stick teepee’s. I listen to music – it’s modern stuff but I don’t remember what and go to sleep on the bed thus ending the dream (or moving to a deeper layer of bizarreness)

Dream number three was the most bizarre for several reasons. So, The dream opens with me, Kath and Kath’s sister in a car. We are heading towards Cardiff to go to the Royal Welsh Horse Show. Now, I have no problem with this part at all. I was in the back behind Kath (in the front passengers seat) and Kath’s sister is Driving. I hope like hell she doesn’t drive like that in real life. It was SCARY. And this is why:

While we are merrily driving along, we are all chatting quite pleasantly.

We’re Discussing the upcoming show and how Kath’s sister’s horses should do (apparently they have already gone ahead of us which was probably for the best – I don’t think a huge horse box would have handled or been as forgiving of the…eccentric…driving style quite as well as the tiny car did in the dream).

Then Kath’s sister takes her hands off the wheel and turns around to face me. She is quite cool with me (not really unsurprising to me since we have never met IRL). She wants to know who I am. I explain we are friends on Facebook and I have been following the progress of her Stud and how the horses are. Kath meanwhile has made a grab for the wheel and is driving the car in a /really/ eccentric manner. She is holding the wheel with her head….don’t even ask me how she managed this. It just….worked and she’s not even looking in the direction we are going. I only get a glimpse of this – and the face she is making (though I am not sure whether it was directed at me or her sister). Kath’s sister, satisfied at my ‘credentials’ turns back and takes over….

The dream didn’t end there however, and this next bit was definitely processing stuff from the day as it it directly related to the posts of a speshul little snowflake on the Kitchen Table Bulletin Board. Anyway, I ask Kath how she is handling the posts so calmly…and she promptly bursts into tears. I grasp her shoulder in a friendly/consoling way. Kath’s sister turns round and gives Kath a BIG hug.

The driving gets VERY scary here, not only with a driver not paying any attention to the road, but a road that manages to cross head on traffic – without any indication of who has priority or anything. It’s an accident waiting to happen, and Kath’s sister turns back and starts steering again, just in time finding another lane to dive into. Of Course I was really kicking myself mentally (can you do that while dreaming?) about bringing the topic up into conversation and quietly shut up in the back for the rest of the trip…which isn’t over, though most of the scary scary driving is.

So we are now in the middle of Cardiff. We are going to stay the night in an old flat that Kath’s sister has but doesn’t live in any more. As we get out of the car, my first impressions of the area are to be impressed by the architecture (sort of a mix of modern, 1960’s and Art Nouveau). I go ‘wow’. Kath’s sister says ‘It’s a dump.’

I take a closer look, see the signs of decay over time – closed shops, boarded up windows, crumbling masonry in places etc….I make a comment about ‘a bit of regeneration and it would be lovely.’

The next thing I know I am waking up in a very orange/peachy bedroom with a single bed and not much else. I was woken by voices, a woman (I think Kath or her sister) and a very old guy, who has a welsh accent. Then I remember the show and the horses and get all excited (and worried because it’s bright outside and don’t the horses need looking after?’ But Kath’s sister seems to have had this in hand, because I am now deciding what I am going to wear based on a very limited set choices – I apparently was travelingvery light for this trip (I opt for the orange 3/4 sleeved top, and I will put my favourite peach cami (I binned it nearly 18 months ago because it as falling apart) in my bag in case it’s hot (It already is so I don’t know why I went for the longer top – other than wanting to look smart.) There are a lot of sanctuary spa products dumped on the bed – BIG tubs. I poke something into one of them and then I hear the old guy going on about remembering when Pembrokeshire was Pembrokeshire (he means before it became Dyfed) and no one remembers where they come from anymore.

So. Yeah. Odd dreams…

23/5/10

In last night’s dream I was in some kind of hotel or B&B with a school/work group. (There was a fat guy in it who looks a lot like Biff from work though it had a distinct feel of ‘school’.) There was also a fat woman and a family – two sisters and their mother. One sister was dark haired and is geeky and shy, the other is cheerleader blonde and bitchy with the perfect body. The mother is wearing a devil suit – sexy looking short red dress (with gold hot pants) red tights and golden shoes. She has a devils tail and cute little red horns and shoulder length hair. I can’t see the colour. There is some kind of dancing competition with an organist/pianist and his dwarf/money in the main room. The mother joins in the dancing there while cheerleader girl goes off and geeky girl and I suddenly merge our point of view. For some reason, dotted throughout this dream are a lot of very large yellow spanners (the adjustable type) and also money packets (£1000) hidden around the place to be found by various people. I order a drink (the first two drinks were supposed to be free) but I have to pay. I complain about this and manager comes over to sort it. There is also supposed to be a lecture of sorts in the big main hall before all the dancing gets under way but that never happens. The geeky girl gets upset by her elder sister and retreats to her room in tears. Flinging herself onto the bed (lime green bedspread) she cries – she feels very lonely and upset. She was helped to her room by a porter and it’s suggested (by some guy who suddenly appears out of thin air) that he (the porter) did not find her unattractive. Then my POV splits back to me while the geeky girl mulls this over. I go along the hall to where the elder daughter had locked herself in her room. The door swings open and I see she is partying (hard) with a group of others – there’s lots of loud music and alcohol. The mother meanwhile is off in the main room to do her dancing. I dance with my partner and he finds 2grand in money. We are do a really sexy dance, and I don’t remember much beyond that.