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.