Dreams

[don]

Feb 13, 2024 11:32:59 GMT spinno said:

Feb 13, 2024 10:55:40 GMT don said:

The vicars wife was in the last dream that I remember

Not enough information 😁

Lol 😂 it was an introduction like Livingstone and Stanley complete with the ‘l presume’  

[zou]

Feb 13, 2024 11:34:31 GMT spinno said:

The other night I dreamt that I videoed Ozzy Osbourne being bumped off his horse by a larger shire type horse.

Shaaaaaaaaaaron!

[John Farrell]

Feb 13, 2024 10:55:40 GMT don said:

The vicars wife was in the last dream that I remember

Sounds like you're having a month in the country?

[don]

Feb 13, 2024 19:40:38 GMT John Farrell said:

Feb 13, 2024 10:55:40 GMT don said:

The vicars wife was in the last dream that I remember

Sounds like you're having a month in the country?

Only two weeks but they’ll be pleased to see me go 🤣😂

[Kath]

It has been a while since I dreamed anything that stuck with me long enough to write it down.

Last night I dreamed that the chef who works at the cafe where my daughter also works was walking along the top of a dyke in town. (We don't have any dykes in town. Not the kind that hold back water at any rate.) He was walking with a very bouncy walk and the dyke was bulging in the middle with each bounce. Eventually it started to crumble and you could see trickles of cheese sauce with green lumps in which everyone had always thought were chives but actually they were four leafed clovers. People were walking away, shaking their heads in disbelief, more perturbed by the misinformation than the incoming flood, which actually wasn't that bad because the sauce was very thick. I followed the chef for a bit and he went back to my house and started making dinner only my pans were melting and he kept droppign lumps of liquid metal on the floor which burned the lino.

[Kath]

They're like buses these dreams.


I was walking along the top of a wall holding the hand of my friend Graham for stability when we saw his wife cycling in the opposite direction, clutching her chest. Graham immediately turned around and dashed off to chaae her and I found myself looking after their daughter. I took her back to my house but first had to navigate a gaggle of small children, one of which was my three year old, and some very excitable dogs. At first when we went in through the door, my parents were in my house. I introduced them to Charlotte and said I was going to find my phone so I could call Graham and find out what was going on with Wendy. I couldn't find my phone anywhere so I went out to my car to look. It wasn't there. When I went back inside it wasn't my house any more but belonged to one of the college's centre managers. She said she'd just bought it and although it was really too small it would do. All the walls were lined with sheets of the stuff that ikea furniture is made of, with white plastic rivets at the seams. It felt like being in a cross between a cardboard box and a warehouse. But she told me there was a darkroom. I went to investigate it. The darkroom was a metal cabinet stacked with chemicals with no room to stand in. There were reels of unfurled film draped over medicine jars. I closed the door to find I was standing next to an old man who just watched me as I went back to the living room which now had furniture in - far too much furniture. They had a bookcase just like one we had when we first met, lots of brocade sofas and a fireplace overcrowded with vases. Turns out Charlotte had her own phone and Graham screeched up the driveway in a car with a really long bonnet to take her home.

[zou]

Ironically enough, I had a dream that I consumed so much recreational drugs at once that George Harrison expressed concern.

[spinno]

Feb 28, 2024 10:45:58 GMT zou said:

Ironically enough, I had a dream that I consumed so much recreational drugs at once that George Harrison expressed concern.

didn't Keith Richards have any comprehensible opinion?

[willien]

Feb 28, 2024 10:45:58 GMT zou said:

Ironically enough, I had a dream that I consumed so much recreational drugs at once that George Harrison expressed concern.

How was nirvana?

[spinno]

Feb 28, 2024 16:01:04 GMT willien said:

Feb 28, 2024 10:45:58 GMT zou said:

Ironically enough, I had a dream that I consumed so much recreational drugs at once that George Harrison expressed concern.

How was nirvana?

Not the same since Kurt left...

[zou]

Feb 28, 2024 17:01:05 GMT spinno said:

Feb 28, 2024 16:01:04 GMT willien said:

How was nirvana?

Not the same since Kurt left...

Oh well, nevermind.

[kate]

Weird dream. I was taking an exam and seemed to be on my own in this vast hall. An invigilator sat watching me, in between reading a book.
Afterwards someone said to me - didn;t you know that was Stanley Kubrick? Now if you had asked me what he used to look like, I probably couldn't have told you - but the spooky thing is - the guy sitting in the room looked exactly like him in his middle years. Eeek!

[lesleysm2]

I dreamt I was running away from a large fried egg with 3 yolks and in my dream I remembered knowing I'd encountered it before and come off worse!

[aitch]

Strange one this morning.

My ear was itching, so I stuck my little finger in it for a quick scratch. Something burst and about a pint of bright yellow liquid came out! I woke up some time in my search for somewhere to get it analysed.

[Kath]

Feb 29, 2024 20:33:59 GMT aitch said:

Strange one this morning.

My ear was itching, so I stuck my little finger in it for a quick scratch. Something burst and about a pint of bright yellow liquid came out! I woke up some time in my search for somewhere to get it analysed.

You know when you get a hangnail, you're not supposed to pull it off? (Because it will get infected and you'll have a sore, throbbing, red finger for days.)  I pulled a hangnail off and the infected finger was like a balloon at the end.  I pushed, and squeezed because it was that kind of pain that you can't just ignore, you have to push and squeeze at it and almost make it worse before it gets better.  Well eventually I pushed at it and about a pint of (not yellow...more cream coloured) liquid squirted out.  It just kept coming...more and more of the stuff.  In some ways it was the most satisfying experience of my life, but I've never been able to replicate it even though I almost always end up pulling/biting off the hangnails.  Ah.  Nostaglia for pus.  Nothing quite like it.