08/10/2013

08/10/13

I had an odd and disturbing dream last night, though at first it seemed to be quite normal and ok. I was with mum and my niece Tyler, and we went to the beach, I was keeping an eye on her, since she is quite young, and I didn’t want her to get into trouble, though it was a barriered little cove with a reef across the end, so really all I had to do was make sure she didn’t cross the reef.

At the end of the day, we climb up the beach and onto the footpath that takes us home. I pause to talk to some friends, and then look out to sea. I see burning on the horizon, in the dark. There are houses on fire. I climb up a mountain to get a better view. I get the impression it was some form of electrical overload.

I climbed higher, and got a better view. I saw a tsunami over top the burning houses. I call out to mum and my niece to climb the mountain, even as I do so myself. I’m scared. I climb quickly. I get to the top and roll myself in the duvet I find up there, though I am rational enough to know this won’t actually protect me if the tsunami reaches me and overtops my mountain. I have no idea what will happen to mum and my niece.

The dream then shifts to the next morning. I’m alone, the place is sparkling clean and spotless and it’s really sunny. I come down the mountain after the water recedes, and see that houses and trees have either been swept away, or are left sparkling clean and very very wet. I know many possibly all people are dead. I go back to the beach I was at the day before. There is quicksand there, and I see it suck a load of seagulls down into it when they settle n it, but the seagulls free themselves, as their heads remain clear, and they fly away squawking in indignation.

I come across a group of super powered beings. They have managed to survive the catastrophe. They are duplicates (a la Pan Ku duplicates from L5R). they are nice looking and very charming and act like they will look after me. I go with them down a country lane. There are three of them, two women and their brother. I discover the duplicates have mostly survived. They take me back to a house. Something happens though, and I fall sick, become confused and wander out of the house completely naked and curl up in a bush. One of my new super powered friends finds me, and I am cared for.

The dram then shifted and I was in a car with really weird gears and there were friends there, and I don’t quite remember the details.

23/02/11

23/2/11
 
Last night I had two dreams.  In the first I was on a beach with a group of people.  We were doing something to do with the geology.  I remember going with my small group (of about 3 or 4) and scrambling up a low mud/shale shelf to get to the flat (ish) top, where there were more resistant cliffs a bit like walls only with holes and barnacles etc in/on them.  I remember that the entire top of the area we wanted to look at was covered with sketches in one corner.  How they hadn’t been ruined when the shelf was so damp that there wee puddles in area I don’t know.  The sketches looked like Monet and others were in a style similar to Da Vinci, and washed in various colours – red and green were prominent.  We picked all the pictures up.  Stacked them to one side while having a discussion about them and the artist (which one of the guys apparently knows) and then go on with whatever we were doing.  Then the dream faded.
 
In the second dream, which had a much darker ‘colour’ and a more Victorian flavour to it. I was staying in a little cottage, right next to a massive industrial complex – it looked a bit like the Tulketh mill – only darker and wreathed in thick black smoke.  I don’t remember much about the dream except that there was a family, and that at some point I go out into the yard, and onto the roof of a small tar roofed outhouse to shovel coal.

2/8/10

2/8/10
Last night I had lots of fragments of dreams

In one mum and I are going on holiday. We are racing to catch a plane – we only just making it as the ramp goes up. It takes off and we call it back down to pick us up. We get on board, it’s very spacious and light inside.
In another I am at school (Tulketh High) and living at Goldburn Close again, I am out on a day trip and a male friend (possibly Michael Smith) and I get lost. We are in a town somewhere so we ask as woman for directions. She tells us to go down an alleyway and over a bridge (it looks a bit like Wallingford here).
The next fragment was also a school fragment. We were out for a walk near the school and we needed to cross the brook/stream. There were steps down to the crossing point and stepping stones and ironwork spanning the stream to help people to cross – most people get wet as they lose their balance and fall in – the kids do it deliberately. I don’t know if I crossed safely or not.

In the next I was shopping for a dress. I am looking for a particular shop I remember seeing trains and that the town is very busy. Then I go into several of the shops. I am looking at the tops. I get a phone call from mum, but not remember the conversation.
IN the final fragment I remember that I was with a group of male friends and we were practicing shooting with guns. We compete at shooting the targets. It’s sunny, very green and light. The targets are red and white, the guns black. I don’t know where guns came from. I win with targets. My first shit just on edge of central round. I tell a woman off for walking in front of me when I am pointing the weapon. There’s another man there – the owner of the land (and guns?) who tells us to put the guns away, saying something about BB guns etc.