31/07/2011

31/07/11

Last night I had the oddest dream, though it was mostly fun. I dreamt I took my niece to a theme park, that was a mix of Blackpool Pleasure Beach, and Oakwood, in Wales. I identified the place as ‘Disney World’. I get the tickets (there’s some trouble there – the ticket colour correspond to the rides you can go on and Tyler is too young to go on many, so I am not allowed to get any other colour but hers), anyway, we get in and the kids and colleagues all race off.

Then comes the trippy bit. At some point it gets dark (may already have been and it’s now late. I somehow end up in bed with Biff. Both of us are fully clothed, and we are both finding the situation very awkward, given the intimacy of the situation. We talk. I don’t remember what was said, but again – awkward!

27/7/10

27/7/10

Ok, last night’s dream was well bizarre. I have absolutely NO idea where my sleeping self pulled this one from. It was quite vivid too.

So, mum and I are in London and decide to catch a show somewhere at the last minute. We manage to get two tickets and head on in. when we get in we are high up, and it’s dim but we are sitting near to the balcony and everyone is trying to get a good look at…me. The reason becomes clear as the dream progresses. It turns out that I am a recently discovered relative (granddaughter to be precise) of the queen. Yes I told you it was bizarre. It gets even better. So everyone is trying to have a gawk, so I (in a move I most DEFINITELY would have done the opposite to in real life) I stand up, wave at people, smile etc..for a few minutes and cameras are whipped out to get pictures of me. Then I sit back down and mutter to mum. ‘Well they’ve had their gawk, lets hope they don’t disturb us during the show.’ …or something to that effect. The word Gawk was definitely used.

We settle down to wait for the show to begin just as the Royal party arrive in their box – it’s the Queen and Prince Charles, plus about 5 others I think. For some reason I wave and attract the attention of Prince Charles, who says something to the Queen, and leaves the box. He then comes over to mum and I to invite us to join them in the royal box. It is now I get the feeling/impression/knowledge that my dream self is a recently discovered granddaughter of the queen, though I am fairly certain that Charles isn’t my dream self’s father but on that I am fuzzy. Anyway, mum and I get up and follow. As we walk, we talk. Not sure about what most of it was – but it did feel a bit awkward. Then we get onto history book or something and he mentions something about ‘the family’ and I reply I love reading Alison Weir books (which in RL I do). He calls her a ‘strumpet’ – obvious dislike in his tone. I remember thinking something about it being amusing comparing the queen (now referred to in dream as a grandmother) as compared with the other grandmother (and here I was confusing RL grandma with my aunt Glenys – fondly referred to as HRH).

Then we enter the royal box and greet everyone, there’s a younger woman there who is one of the queen’s relatives, but not sure who it would be in RL. Then mum and I take our seats. It’s only then that I realise that the royal box is really badly situated – you can’t actually /see/ the stage. The seats (cinema style in three rows with an aisle between. These seats are set into a nook, with a wall obscuring the stage and the seats are also set back from the edge of the ‘box’ – I can see the banister and there is a wide aisle between the banister and the seats.

The show starts and I go to the banister to see. There are some other youngsters there too. Looking down at the stage I can see people in sparkling red, blue and silver outfits and scenery. I hear music from the Phantom of the Opera. I can’t remember the song.

The dream didn’t end here either. I was invited to stay in one of the royal lodgings overnight with mum. Which we do, and it turns out to be some kind of a flat/apartment. I don’t have a change of clothes with me so I rummage through the wardrobes and pull out a lilac outfit (which is very obviously out dated. It also has some kind of a clingy lilac cap (that hides my hair). I push the cap back until I can see hair above my forehead.

As if things couldn’t get more bizarre, as I leave the room mum is in the hall and says something to the effect of ‘oh I was just going through some stuff to find something for you but that looks really nice (which to be perfectly honest was an utter bald like. I looked like a young person in old persons clothing with a matching beanie/turban. In Lilac. Yeah. Then we went outside – a roof garden and it was sunny. Then it got really fuzzy and I woke up.

5/6/10

Dream 5/6/10

I went to see the Rocky Horror show in Oxford last night, so it was probably a given that I would dream about that. I was with a guy, we get tickets worth a lot of money (£2008) vended free because I have won a prize ( I don’t know what competition I entered). Then we go into the theatre, sit down (in the upper circle area and then the dream shifted into a proper dream – which combined lots of weird stuff.

In the dream sequence there were butterflies – BIG atlas butterflies in the back garden of Goldburn Close – I was getting my camera to take pictures of them.

Then a God like being offered me a suit (not unlike Iron Man’s) and I take it and suddenly become very God like myself (fun!). Things happen and a BIG God comes along and does a song and dance about how much hard work it is to be a God. There’s planets and dancing involved. Then I woke up. It was quite enjoyable while it lasted.