I dreamt I was on a boat with a bomb. It’s a ferry of some sort. I manage to defuse it, and then throw it over board. The boat suddenly becomes a train with old side slide open freight car doors. A teenage girl jumps from the train. The dream shifts again, and I’m parking a van in a garage to fill up on fuel. I am also there to warn someone. I’ve no idea what about though, or who I was warning.
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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.
27/12/12
I wrote these down in the middle of the night if my handwriting is anything to go by, which is why they didn’t make it into the main post of the other dream I had.
I dreamt that Willoughby appeared in dad’s garden. Dad disapproves of me keeping him, I hide him overnight and tidy the garden which Will had made a mess of. I also had a fragment in which there was a train and kids escaping in it. It wasn’t very vivid – I noted that down, and a person I knew at Uni was in the dream. Chris Banks. The dream ended on Freshwater east beach. No idea why.
23/06/2012
So I had a lot of dream fragments last night, and they were a little unsual.
The first was about a train near to the M25, or at least I /think/ that’s what it was about. I scribbled this lot in pencil..an H pencil, which means it’s nigh on impossible to read it’s so pale.
The next fragment was of an alien advanced people that I visit on a glowing golden disc that I stand on. It lifts me up to where they reside, and it’s all light and white and golden colours up there, except for out the windows, which is space of course. Lots of black and stars.
There is something about an 8 track tape in relation to the aliens – a message possibly that they have given me, or that I am giving them.
Whatever these advanced aliens are/do. They help me to ‘ascend’ to a higher state of being (which is a new one in my dreams)
The last fragment is something to do with an archaeologist, but it wasn’t very vivid.
20/03/2012
Last night I dreamt of nanny and granddad. We were somewhere in the Lake District I think, certainly it was in the north. I was walking with nanny across a railway bridge (not unlike the one that goes over the train tracks at Preston) and can see a steam train at the station. Nanny starts talking about the trains and meeting granddad. I am pushing my bike that I was riding before I meant up with nanny. We walk into a car park, nanny is now talking about granddad and his diabetes (which in RL he never had). I can see a beach and the sea beyond. It’s now a lot like the sands at Lytham. There’s a blue car and granddad is in it. He opens the door and we chat, I get my bike into the boot, climb in and granddad drives off through a town’s streets. I don’t remember where.
19/12/10
I had two dreams last night.
The first was weird. I was on a train, or a bus and sitting in my seat. I realize that one of the people behind me is Alana Jurges who I went to Uni with. I go over there (leaving my bag and gear on my seat and taking another) to chat with Alana. I was never really very close with her, but in the dream it was like we were good friends, nattering about her future prospects and mine. In the dream it turns out she visits Fugro regularly and that she has a friend (can’t remember his name sadly). She pulls out a tangled mass of passes – she seems to have collected a new one every visit, and lets me have one as I have lost mine. Most unusual.
The second was more an image than a dream. I can see Chloe the cat on my bed. She is curled around a lemon drizzle cake (one of the big two tier ones with a buttery middle). Then she opens her eyes and my last impression is of acid yellow cat’s eyes staring at me.
7/11/10
I am a woman on a train. It’s a long distance journey. I am also a psychic. I see in a dream the train is about to be attacked. There are explosives laced all through the train. I see a map of one for a few seconds before I am rudely woken up by another passenger.
A woman comes and sits next to me. There are 3 seats in a row. I try and warn her, she ignores me. I shift to the seat she was sitting in, and I feel the explosive beneath my seat arm. I have a newspaper with me – it’s tomorrows. I get up. I move away from that seat heading for the back of the carriage past two seats to a side and onto a seat that is one seat in a row on that side of the aisle. I sit down. I am suddenly sitting next to another woman. I try to warn her, but she ignores me just as a black woman – the woman who was sitting next to me walks past and back to her seat. I see her sit down. I can hear a click and then a beeping. People look at her. I duck down behind my seat – I can’t watch. My seat companion looks in that direction. Then the seat explodes and my seat mate and everyone else on the carriage is splattered with blood – though I imagine the people sitting immediately next to and in front of and behind are killed in the blast.
I look around to find an emergency stop thing, but someone else gets to it first. We stop in the middle of a wood and the conductor opens on of the side doors (the train is a combination of Virgin Pendolino and a regular first great western carriage used between Didcot and Oxford. The woman sitting next to me is really oddly calm, and says something like ‘Oh my God’, you really meant it didn’t you – she was acting like I was a crazy woman before. So suddenly we are all at a station in the woods, or we were near the station anyway and the front carriages are against the platform. Most people get off. The conductor is ushering them off and I hear another under seat explosive arm itself on my carriage – we get off and the seat hasn’t yet gone off. I walk along the platform. One carriage has passengers turning it into a small hospital ward – they are in the process of rearranging it. Someone official comes up to me then and starts questioning me. Foolishly I tell the truth and show them the newspaper from tomorrow and they think I am the terrorist who has planted the bomb and made some sick joke of it by printing a fake newspaper, when I thought I had picked up that day’s Metro (a free paper available at most stations). They lead me back to a carriage acting like I need medical treatment (there isn’t a scratch – or anyone’s blood – on me) and I wake up with heart pounding because I ‘know’ they are going to get me for the explosions and not go after whoever was the one who set the explosives..
Not the prettiest of nightmares, but worse than the one with the face hugging black goo – that at least I knew was fictional, even in my dreams. This one felt like I actually was there.
5/11/10
Ok, so after the clock change, which really screwed me up – I have felt jet lagged most of the week – I have been sleeping really deeply and having the most vivid dreams. Of course I haven’t remembered a darned thing about said vivid dreams, and I was going to post that to my blog. It’s a shame too, because I am fairly certain they were really good dreams.
So, on the morning wander to the train station I see a dead hedgehog on the side of the road, and suddenly into my head pops part of last nights dream! – not all of it mind, not the most amusing bit, which came back about five minutes later as I was rehearsing the fragment in my mind. It really is amazing what can trigger memory. In this case, it was road kill, which reminded me that there were weird badgers in the dream, which led to me remembering I had seen it on the flat(ish) roof of a house along with a lot of odd birds all hunting the insects that were crawling over the walls.
I then watched it as it saw me, decided it didn’t want to be seen and climbs off the roof (very gecko like skills in sticking to the wall). Anyway it climbs down the wall and trundles along the street (which looks like the street I live on, though the houses are all detached – and painted a yellowy cream) with dark wooden window frames. Me being me, I follow the badger as it wanders along the street, and watch as it snuffles around in someone’s garden. Not entirely sure what the badger (it was BIG at least as big as a large Labrador dog with long shaggy dark brown and honey fur) did, but it looks surprised and backs out of the garden. A large sink hole suddenly starts appearing in the garden and, while we both keep back, we pretty much sit and watch the sinkhole grow (it’s like watching sand grains and chunks of turf slowly cascading/sliding into the hole that appears out of nowhere). It quickly becomes a largish crater and the dream shifted.
I was now on a train going through ‘pot hole/sink hole’ country – it seems to be in a canyon of some sort too – the rocks/soil are really red and terracotta coloured and there are loads of lakes and pools where sinkholes have formed. I am with a group and they are discussing the ‘problem’ as we travel along on this old fashioned train carriage (it had like a terrace to the side so we could view the scenery as it passed), and here the memory of the dream fades out, which is a shame, I am fairly certain there was more to it.
THEN I remembered the bit where I was in that house before I met the badger creature. I am not sure how I got there – there was definitely more from before I can’t remember, but my memory begins in a bedroom in the house and my ‘friend’ Salma (really nice Pakistani lass from Preston who got married just before I moved down two years ago). Apparently her brother has kidnapped me at knifepoint and is holding me in this room. The memory for this bit is fuzzy here, but I know there is a scuffle and I end up with a knife in my hand. I leave the room and this is where Salma shows up. She wants to know what the hell is going on (as you would do) and the brother makes a move to gab me. So I stab him in the leg. He yells, Salma screeches (it’s really high pitched) and I warn them to back off and leave me alone. I am fairly certain I had a slice near my waist that wasn’t deep or bad or anything. So what does the idiot brother go and do? He goes to grab me again. So I stab him in the other leg. Salma now goes for me screeching that that was uncalled for this is the end of our friendship etc, as if it’s MY fault I got kidnapped at knifepoint and escaped. So I stab her. This time a bit higher than the thigh, it’s not deep but she backs off and I escape down the stairs Salma came up – she’s now nursing her wound and tending her brothers two cuts (its really aren’t more than a centimetre deep – and the knife was a blunt butter knife) so I go out the hall and there’s someone in the kitchen washing up, but they ignore me, and the high pitched screeching of Salma, and I get outside….which is where I met the badger
So, yeah. Road kill can help memory. Who’d have thought it?
Last night I had another dream which involved travel – train travel this time only the train stations looked like airplane terminals with all the shops and boutiques. It looked quite sunny out and I did catch a terrain from a place that my mind identified as ‘Manchester’ it certainly didn’t look like Manchester. I don’t remember where I was going – possible Didcot. I was definitely supposed to be going south, but ended up going north (I can see the map in my mind) and end up at a train station that my mind identifies as ‘Liverpool’ which it most definitely wasn’t (unless it was the airport) It certainly looked like an airport terminal. I was wandering around looking through the shops after that and see a magazine rack. I had a look through it and found a pony cartoon magazine I used to look at and buy occasionally. It was double sided – in French in the back and English in the front – and it had no pictures to my memory but I still wondered if I could take out a subscription to it. The dream faded after that and I woke up. But it was a fairly normal dream for me :D
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