More wierd dreams

OK - two werid dream recently that were REALLY vivid so though I would pop them down, mostly because, unlike normal, I can actually pin point where a lot of the elements from it came from.

Night before last : On a motorbike (which is frankly laughable) being chased through canyons in a desert and in the cornor of my vision I can see an arial view with red and blue dots of whoever is chasing me zeroing in on me and I was heading to a house symbol. I finally reached a wall across the canyon with a door in it so dashed through and slammed the door, locking it behind me. Peter Petrelli ran towards me from a building and Thai was with him. I explain what is happening and he says that the wall won't hold the motorbike gang for long and when they get through they will tie us up and drag us behind their bikes until we reach the town several days drive away. He says that he has a plan to defeat them and produces a giant surfboard which we tie desk chairs to and then tie ourselves into the chairs. I then call Thai and sit her on my lap (not a lot of persuasion needed there then) and the gang charges through the door and ties the surf board to the back of a bike and hauls us off at terrifying speed back through the canyons. The gang members keep riding round us, shouting and menacing but then one throws a ball and Thai dashes after it at speed. She then runs alongside the board but when she tries to get back on a gang member always gets between her and us. They start hitting her and shouting at her but she carries on running along beside us. A LONG time later we get to the town and the throw us in a jail. They kick Thai around and leave her outside but she stays outside the window of the jail. She is immaciated, dirty and injured, with bleeding paws so I poured the little water and the bread that they gave us out of the window for her and she stumbles up to eat and drink and I am woken by the BIGGEST SNORE in the history of the world from John.

Then last night I dreamt Kristy had moved into a second floor apartment in a five story building to go to university and John and I went to visit her and give her a moving in present. When we got there we were stood in the small kitchen when there a LOUD bang and dust fell from the ceiling. We ran outside to see what it was and, looking back at the building, all the plaster and some of the wood keeping it in place was falling off the upper stories and it looked like one corner of the top story had collapsed. The front wall was leaning back at an angle on the upper stories. We dashed in and yelling we should grab as much as Kristys stuff as we could. When we got back out er had grabbed wierd stuff like dirty washing and so on so I told Kristy to stay where she was as I realised that we had left Kris's notes for university etc so she wouldn't loosed her work. John and I dashed back up and grabbed all the papers and folders we could find and then I realised we needed to grab her computer too so John grabbed it and popped it outside the apartment door and came back for more. While looking for paperwork, we heard a sound outside the window and leaning out, there was a man on the fourth floor who was trapped. My nextdoor neighbours were leaning out the third floor window and telling him to slide down the leaning front wall so they could catch him. They did so but it required a load of struggling to get him back in and I couldn't reach to help. We finally had armfuls of stuff and were dashing out only the computer was gone. After frantically searching we headed down and dumped all the stuff by Kris and I decided to go back in to find the computer. By this time, men where climbing over the building placing charges to "put it out of it's misery" so I knew we were against the clock. Another guy came in with me and yelled he would check the roof and dashed off. However, I found it tucked under the stairs so yelled up that I had found it and dashed out so I could see the roof. Looking up the man was arguing with some of the workers and as we watched the charges went off and we were in a cloud of debris and dust. Once the cloud cleared everyone was gone except me and I was stood in an apocolyptic scene with nothing but debris and broken buildings around. And then the demented snorer struck again and I woke up.

Now the first dream is traceable - the chase with the map is from GTA - the map is exactly the same at the GTA map that JJ is playing quite a bit of at the moment. Peter Petreilli is due to watching Heroes at the moment and I suspect that the abuse that poor Thai suffered is because JJ is working for the RSPCA at the moment so keeps sending me artiles from them showing dogs treated in the most appaulling way that are really upsetting.

The second I assume is because my sister is coming up to exams and will soon be off to university and I was only thinking the other day that, wonderful though it will be for her, I will miss her as I am helping her with revision at the moment so seeing her once of twice a week which is nice. The collapsing building I have no idea about, though I think the apocalyptic seance is because Mark and JJ went out drinking the other night and when I picked him up the night morning they made me watch the alternate ending to I am Legend.

Yesterday, we spent the day gardening - the idea being we would get the garden looking respectable and then invite people round from a barbeque tonight - HOWEVER we seriously underestimated the amount of work that needing doing on the garden! So we will probably have that barbeque later in the year...

Bad but impressively epic dream...

So last night I had a nightmare that was so awful I woke up crying and it has sort of stuck with me all day. So in an effort to get rid of it before I go to sleep again, I am going to pop it down here...

It started with some giant disaster (I think it was a comet hitting the earth) where loads of people died. I dashed home to find JJ and K dead in the lounge. It had obviously happened quickly as K still had a book on her lap and JJ had the TV remote in his hand and the TV was still on, but they looked unmolested.

I thought that I would have to check on Mum and Dad, so jumped in the car and headed over there but the roads were largely blocked with dead people in the cars, so I had to walk all the way. When I got there, pretty much everyone in the village was dead except Mum, Dad and Chris (who in my dream still lived next door to my parents even though she moved our years ago). On the TV they said that the impact of the meteor (or whatever it was) was causing the atmosphere to boil away into space and that, over the course of the next 24 hours, everyone who had survived the initial impact would slowly suffocate. Chris was so upset at this and the loss of the boys that she went next door and took sleeping pills to kill herself and there was absolutely nothing we could do to convince to not do it.

While we waited to die, a bunch of about 8 or 9 astronauts walked towards us. They had worked out that, the International Space Station had enough air and supplies for 2 years and were gathering additional supplies before going back up (why they were gathering supplies in deepest darkest Surrey, god only knows). After a couple of years the world would recover and they could return. While we stood talking to them, two of them who had gone further afield for supplies were killed by something, freeing up two places on the station. They said that two of us could go with them and Mum said she didn't want to do it and would take sleeping pills like Chris to avoid the suffocation. So Dad and I sat with her while she took them and we talked to her while she fell asleep. We then put her in bed and left her to go to the station. During the launch, something happened to Dad and he was screaming and yelling and I was strapped in and I couldn't get to him, no matter what I tried, though when we arrived he seemed ok.

We had not been there long before it turned out that a lot of the food supplies had spoiled and we would have to go out and find the bodies of astronauts who had died and eat them. Dad went out on a space walk to start gathering bodies and, while he was out there I realised we had not given Mum enough sleeping pills to kill her and she would be waking up now and then would have to slowly suffocate (it didn't occur to me that she could just take more pills). I went completely berserk, screaming that I had to go back and that is when I woke up and sobbed all over a poor confused and half asleep JJ for about 1/2 hour.

There was another dream, part of the same sequence, but I have no idea how it fitted into the rest of the dream - I was in a large loft apartment with about 50 lesbians dressed as WWII wrafs, and they were script writers for the bbc and were discussing how much they liked Stephen Fry and one was saying how, when she was alive, she made a hole in the riser of the staircase so that she could watch womens ankles as they went up the stairs?! Bizarre.

Anyway, hopefully that is the end of it and I can have a good nights sleep tonight...

JJ's disgrace...

I am SO very angry at JJ, he was so MEAN last night (in my dream) that I woke up FURIOUS at him and I can't shake it!

Basically I dreamt we were still living in our house but we were both back at University. JJ was studying in the US and I was studying somewhere round here. It was the summer holidays and, although he was housesitting in the US, he decided he needed something here so flew over and turned up on our doorstep. We spent a pleasant day together and then his dad and his german uncle (whom I have never met) turned up and after an hour or two, they headed off as John had to get to the aiport. However, by this time he was back in bed and refused to get up until the last minute. Add in the fact that the sat nav we were using was going haywire and he missed his plane. After discussing it, JJ said seeing his Dad had made him homesick and he wold go to Germany for a few days and see his Dad and his German family and then fly back here and then on to the US. I was a bit annoyed as we couldn't afford it but agreed, after all it is his Dad. I dropped him at a hotel for the night, slightly miffed but not too annoyed.

Next morning he turns up in a stretch mercedes in a white tuxedo. What is more the car is full of beautiful women and one giant of a man that sat with his head out of the roof. I was more than a little miffed now but JJ talked me round, convincing me that they were just friends. Until, that is, he told me that he had decided that, rather than see his Dad, him and the girls were going on a tour of Germany, staying in five star hotels etc. I was FURIOUS! THERE WAS NO WAY we coud afford that, but JJ couldn't seem to see anything wrong with it and just left. I decided that I was going to fly to the carribean for a two week holiday to spite him. However, in my dream I never got to enjoy that bit as, before i knew it JJ was back from his tour and, annoyed that I wasn't there to greet him, went on a murderous rampage across London, killing everyone in sight.

And I woke up to find myself on my side, looking directly at JJ and still feeling absolutely FURIOUS with him! It is still lingering too - how werid is that?

Anyway, yesterday we went out to buy tiles for the floor in the kitchen - Sherb ripped up the lino years ago and we have put off replacing it, trying to decide if he is out of that stage, but every now and again he would do it again. However, we have a mortgage surveyor coming this week so want the house to look as good as possible. We made sure that we didn't leave the dogs any water overnight (cruel I know but one night won't hurt them) so that they couldn't spill it everywhere and stop us being able to lay the flooring. So of course this morning I get up and Thai has peed on the floor! ARGH! She hasn't done that in MONTHS and today is the day she decides to get to it?! It is SO frustrating but still we will have to start at the other end of the kitchen and hope it is dried by the time we get there. If not, we will have to finish the floor off tomorrow. I shall take piccies to show our progress...

A weird night all round...

OK so yesterday evening was just plain strange. We didn't go to bed untilt he early hours of the morning as John has holiday at the moment. I went to bed first and read my book for a bit (Terry Jones Barbarians, in case you are interested which is very good) and John stayed downstairs reading and watching TV for a while. Eventually I yelled down the stairs threatening him with nasty things if he didn't come to bed and, after popping the dogs to bed, up he trudged. I waited while he pootled round in the bathroom etc. and then he ambled in and said "I just saw a ghost".

I was a bit taken aback at this for two reasons - firstly neither him nor I believe in such things (though I will be damned if I will walk through a graveyard at night) and secondly, I was expecting him to moan about being made to come to bed. So this is what he told me...

He was coming up the stairs to bed and saw something move in the bathroom, heading behid the door. He thought it was he hiding waiting to jump out on him (something that I am known to do at regular intervals) and so when he got to the door he said "HA" and pushed it back hard to squish me. At that moment the resistance gave way and the door banged against the wall. The resistance had been created by the stool that we keep in the bathroom and it had popped out from behind the door when he pressed harder. John was convinced that he saw something in the bathroom before he got to the door though.

Of course this morning in the cold light of day he insists that he never thought it was a ghost and he is likely right as behind our house there is a street light which shines through the trees and so casts shadows into the bathroom and it is most likely that was the movement and the increased pressure on the door popped the stool out. Also, this is upstairs in a relatively newish house which, to my knowledge, has never had any deaths in it (unless Iain and Michelle next door need to come clean to us) that is sited on land that (again to my knowledge) was part of a large estate which hasn't been built on before, which was not a cemetery or in any way hauntable (except maybe by the spirits of squirrels). This however did not stop me sleeping with the duvet tucked right up round my ears though...

... and this leads on to the second werid things of the evening. Due to being WAY too hot while I was sleeping, I had the weridest, most vivid dream.
It started that Mum, Dad, my sister, my fiance (who was a man I didn't know) and I were doing a fete stall so we turned up at a big hall with our stuff and on the wall was a diagram saying the position of each stall. However, our stall isn't on there and, when we find the organisers they say if we aren't on the diagram we will have to set up in the garden. So we go out in the garden and it turns out to be my Mum's garden and we start to set up our stall. Sherbert is there but he is tiny, the size of a cat, and curled up in a ball like a fox. And while we are setting up a big, bullet-headed man comes over and starts hassling my sister, the whole tap rapping instead of talking. Eventually he starts to slap her around so I step in and start to fight this man and he is rapping the whole time. I then, during a pause in the fighting, and compliment him on his rapping, telling he should be doing it professionally cos he is really good (I don't remember if he was any good or if I just was trying to appease him). With that he says "Do you really think so? Right you are going to marry me" and grabs me and marches me off across the fields and a river to a train station (none of which are near my Mum's actual garden) and my fiance follows. We get on the train and the carriages were only seperated by curtains.

Now the man is making polite conversation and I am going along with it, trying to keep him happy and each time I annoy him for whatever reason he slaps me. My fiance put his head through the curtain and mouths at me to run and he will stop the man holding me. But it doesn't work, my fiance is a bit useless and misses and the man grabs me and ties me up then goes into the next carriage and kills my fiance.

We are going through amazing scenery with lots of people around us -sometimes we are going past a giant mine with lots of people working it by hand and there are lots of people around and I think they were slaves but I don't know how I knew this. I knelt up on the seat to better look at the scenery. As I do I realise that an asian woman and her daughter are in the seat in front of us and I lean over and start tracing letters out on my hand asking for help. The asian woman is sypathetic but doesn't seem to realise that if she talks the man could hear here so I keep on having to shush her up. She leaves the carriage to phone the police (for some reason the cutains are soundproof) and the mans phone rings. It is his pysciatrist and he talks to him for a while and then hands the phone to me saying he needs to talk to me. The pysciatrist is a recorded message repeating things with very little meaning and there is no sense to what he says and he hangs up mid sentence.

The asian woman then returns and asks what the pscaitrist had said and also lets me know that the poice will be waiting at the station. The station we are going to is called the pier and it is in the middle of shops. As we pull up, there is a kind of cut scene and suddenly I am in a room that is dark with electricity arcing and a contraption which is loads of thick wires that plug into the back of one a mans skull. He disconnects it and I suddenly realise that there are eight people in the room, all dresses like Switch from the matrix but with fur coats. There are 4 in white, 4 in black and each member of the black team is a clone of their corresponding member in the white team. The fourth member of each team is like a living, organic version of the anubis guards from stargate. The leader of the troup grabs a tablet from the machine and swallows it, saying that he now knows the plan - they are to approach the train and let the man holding me see that they are coming, he will react violently and in the firefight this will give them a chance to kill me.

I am then back on the train, but I have changed - I have red frizzy hair and makeup like Pris from Blade runner (do you think I watch way to much science fiction?!) and in a white PVC raincoat which came down to mid thigh and red high heels. We are getting off the train and I see the people walking towards us through the crowd and all hell breaks loose when my captor sees them. I manage to get behind a pillar and then sneak off while they are dealling with him - I am almost past them when they spot and surround me. I suddenly have two machine guns and I spin round in a circle shooting them. Two are too fast and dash off to make a sandwich and then come back (while I am still shooting) and kick my leg (I don't know why I am standing on one leg) causing me to bite on the wodden dowel that I suddenly have in my mouth. I swallow a chunk of it and they laugh saying that it will sufocate and their work is done and they leave.

I crawl away through the shopping center and into the Royal College of Surgeons. There are hundreds of doctors dressed in period dress sat on really long pews in a huge cathedral like room. Stephen Fry runs up and says, "Oh my dear, what have you done?" I tell him what happened and that I am sufocating and ask if he can heal me but he declines to help saying he isn't a doctor. Then Peter Davidson comes dashing round the edge of a pew and, once he is filled in, tells me to lay down on the pew and he will help. He then tries to put me under anethestic by hitting me on the head with a walking stick but Stephen stops him and suggests hypnotism. So I am wake and aware but not feeling pain when he removes the wooden dowel. He then checks me over and finds I have a cracked skull so cuts open my scalp and pops a bit of metal that was in his pocket in to reinforce it. He then sews me up which for some reason makes my hair longer.

As I am coming back to full awareness another doctor wanders up and says that she has called my captors psyciatrist to let him know that I am there. I scream at here and tell everyone to leave because they will be coming to kill me and them and then...

... John nudges me to tell me to wake up.

Bleeding annoying as I would love to know what was going to happen!