22/06/2012
I had two dream fragments last night. The first was Olympics related, and probably linked to chatting with my boss yesterday. I went to where they were handing out the games makers uniforms and asked if they still needed staff, but naturally they didn’t (I’t s /well/ past the deadline for all of that). The person I was talking to also (not sure why)mentioned that they were using over 15s for drivers and then I left. I downloaded a first aid app on my iphone and walked off. The place was a warehouse with a concrete fronting/driveway/parking area.
The other dream was slightly odd. There were towers, and one of them explodes. Out of the explosion a dirigible of dodgy construction (similar to the one in the Mummy 2) it rises up and up into the cold upper atmosphere. The occupants were a crazy old guy, a young boy, and a scraggly old captain (complete with grizzled beard and eye patch). The old guy asks the captain if it’s safe to go down, but is told that to go down too fast would be fatal. He says it’ll take about 200 miles to get down. This has all the flavour of Steampunky goodness. I /really/ need to think up a story to go with this.
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5/2/11
I had a great dream last night. I was this girl who had been kidnapped for some reason from the family home (or I had run away and these guys had taken advantage). Whatever the reason I am with them, I don’t want them to reach their destination, though I am not restrained or anything so I could leave if I wanted. The best bit about the dream is I remember that I am the most complete and utter git to them. They are taking me on a road trip, so I keep puncturing tyres, messing with the electrics in the car etc. I even meet this guy who I ‘know’ is from the past and has come forward and is settling into the new time line. Possibly my parents are time travellers? The guy is really cute in any case, a slightly Asian face with dark hair and those lovely almond shaped eyes. We chat for a bit before my kidnappers re-capture me – but like I said, I am not really a victim, so I would have appealed to the guy I was talking to. He has a military feel to him and was wearing black night operations clothing., So the road trip is back on, only the have to stop at a hotel, and I meet a young boy there and we cause even MORE havoc, though the part where we break the freezer and I get given a frozen chicken and another one that appears to be smothered in this savoury sauce was a bit odd. Dad was there at this point so I am not sure. I also remember a bedroom in dark blues – had a hostel like feel to it and a beach feel too. Possibly because of the decor.
It was quite a fun dream especially since a lot of my dreams recently (when I have remembered them at all) have been all dark and scary or normal to the point of boring – replays of my week at work, with a smattering of TV show thrown in for good measure.
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