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Post by dreampolice on Mar 12, 2024 8:36:56 GMT
Mine went back to my old days as a firearms officer last night (actually this morning). In it I was in a house with 2 colleagues and one of them shot someone upstairs in the house. It was like watching a movie involving the tactics, the shouts etc. It was very clear. I did the trauma care on the man, then it all went a bit weird in that we, along with quite a few civilians were hostage in a big clothes shop, with one of the guys having a sawn off shotgun. Again this was really clear in how I unholstered my sidearm and kept it concealed awaiting the opportunity to deal with the guy with the gun. I ended up making a phone call to a lad in the office, which I can still remember now. Unfortunately the cat came and woke us up, so I have no idea what happened next, which is quite disappointing.
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Mar 13, 2024 10:12:42 GMT
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Post by Kath on Mar 13, 2024 10:12:42 GMT
I was woken up by Mr Kath being woken up because he's the named contact for if the burglar alarm goes off at the college and he had to drive up to meet the police etc etc. I'd been in the middle of a particularly good (weird) dream but as I've not been remembering them much lately I though I'd note it down in an email to myself on my phone.
Untitled-1 by Kath Polley, on Flickr Needless to say, I'm none the wiser this morning.
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Post by willien on Mar 13, 2024 13:06:00 GMT
I was woken up by Mr Kath being woken up because he's the named contact for if the burglar alarm goes off at the college and he had to drive up to meet the police etc etc. I'd been in the middle of a particularly good (weird) dream but as I've not been remembering them much lately I though I'd note it down in an email to myself on my phone.
Untitled-1 by Kath Polley, on Flickr Needless to say, I'm none the wiser this morning. Pity, you were obviously in the process of writing a Rap masterpiece.
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Mar 13, 2024 16:43:18 GMT
Post by spinno on Mar 13, 2024 16:43:18 GMT
I was woken up by Mr Kath being woken up because he's the named contact for if the burglar alarm goes off at the college and he had to drive up to meet the police etc etc. I'd been in the middle of a particularly good (weird) dream but as I've not been remembering them much lately I though I'd note it down in an email to myself on my phone.
Untitled-1 by Kath Polley, on Flickr Needless to say, I'm none the wiser this morning. Pity, you were obviously in the process of writing a Rap masterpiece. Nah it doesn't include the n-word.
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Mar 19, 2024 7:03:42 GMT
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Post by zou on Mar 19, 2024 7:03:42 GMT
A couple of nights ago I dreamt that I was completing my teacher training and the course was resuming after holidays. We were being assigned our placement schools and I was somewhat horrified to be sent to Armenia. I was worried about the prospect of war (and funnily enough yesterday - day after the dream - I read that Azerbaijan is stepping up its rhetoric against Armenia). At one point I was handed a piece of paper listing Armenia's nuclear facilities, and I was questioning why I needed that and surely I'd get into trouble/be suspected of spying with that info. One of the other teachers arrived with his Land Rover Defender on a trailer, he drove it off the trailer onto a football pitch and then planted 2 potatoes at opposite ends of the field. Woke up before anything could make sense. Last night was a photography dream. I had my old Olympus AZ4 except its lens was up to 700mm and surprisingly fast. Beautiful scenes aplenty but thwarted at every turn either by people blocking the view, being hurried along by family, and eventually the battery died. Tragic.
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Post by willien on Mar 19, 2024 12:40:28 GMT
A couple of nights ago I dreamt that I was completing my teacher training and the course was resuming after holidays. We were being assigned our placement schools and I was somewhat horrified to be sent to Armenia. I was worried about the prospect of war (and funnily enough yesterday - day after the dream - I read that Azerbaijan is stepping up its rhetoric against Armenia). At one point I was handed a piece of paper listing Armenia's nuclear facilities, and I was questioning why I needed that and surely I'd get into trouble/be suspected of spying with that info. One of the other teachers arrived with his Land Rover Defender on a trailer, he drove it off the trailer onto a football pitch and then planted 2 potatoes at opposite ends of the field. Woke up before anything could make sense. Last night was a photography dream. I had my old Olympus AZ4 except its lens was up to 700mm and surprisingly fast. Beautiful scenes aplenty but thwarted at every turn either by people blocking the view, being hurried along by family, and eventually the battery died. Tragic. Possibly suggests you are not expecting either team you support having anything to lift at the end of the season?
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Mar 19, 2024 12:51:00 GMT
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Post by zou on Mar 19, 2024 12:51:00 GMT
A couple of nights ago I dreamt that I was completing my teacher training and the course was resuming after holidays. We were being assigned our placement schools and I was somewhat horrified to be sent to Armenia. I was worried about the prospect of war (and funnily enough yesterday - day after the dream - I read that Azerbaijan is stepping up its rhetoric against Armenia). At one point I was handed a piece of paper listing Armenia's nuclear facilities, and I was questioning why I needed that and surely I'd get into trouble/be suspected of spying with that info. One of the other teachers arrived with his Land Rover Defender on a trailer, he drove it off the trailer onto a football pitch and then planted 2 potatoes at opposite ends of the field. Woke up before anything could make sense. Last night was a photography dream. I had my old Olympus AZ4 except its lens was up to 700mm and surprisingly fast. Beautiful scenes aplenty but thwarted at every turn either by people blocking the view, being hurried along by family, and eventually the battery died. Tragic. Possibly suggests you are not expecting either team you support having anything to lift at the end of the season? Lol. No shit Sherlock.
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Post by lesleysm2 on Mar 21, 2024 20:54:08 GMT
First up I was walking down a road, it was a wide paved road but it wasn't paying it much attention but I did notice quite a few groups of men wearing all black including at sort of top hat that made me wonder if they were Hassidic Jews, none of the groups where big 3-4 at most and in front of them each group was holding up a white board with some thick black scribble on it couldn't make sense of it but every scribble was identical
Then I walked into a MacDonald's and suddenly everywhere there were men in sky blue t-shirts, dancing and hugging one another and one of them turned to me and said "Dave would be proud" but I didn't know what he meant but I looked up at a huge TV screen and walked towards it then stepped through it and found myself standing just outside one of the tunnels onto a football pitch and all over the pitch the men (and women) in sky blue t-shirts were dancing and hugging one another and there were fireworks going off
At this point very loudly a football commentator (couldn't tell which one) announced very loudly:
"This has to be the comeback story of all time! (which the BBC guy said when Nick Skelton and Big Star took the individual gold in Rio) Last year they lost 6-0 to France but this year it's France 1- Scotland 2! And Scotland have won the World cup!"
Wondering if I should have a bet on this....
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Post by spinno on Mar 21, 2024 21:35:39 GMT
I can't remember the exact details but I was short changed from a ten pound note twice in two visits to a bar, so I've decided card only in Oxford.
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Mar 26, 2024 9:05:14 GMT
Post by Kath on Mar 26, 2024 9:05:14 GMT
I’d been shopping for groceries and had a very heavy bag filled with steaks. I decided to go to the museum so that I could sit on one of the benches in the foyer and rest because the bag was just so heavy and I couldn’t face walking home with it. A friend just happened to enter the foyer, saw me and offered me a ride home in his car; some kind of vintage contraption with a concertinaed hood at the back. There was only a driver’s seat and a passenger seat but he flicked a switch and the car stretched out to reveal three rows of what looked like thick, blue, upended gym crash mats. Everyone else (?!) piled in and I found myself perched on top of one of the crash pads with my feet wedged in behind the pad in front of me and my very heavy bag on my lap. We pulled up outside a house where my brother was chatting away to his friend trying to sell him the sofa he’d brought on the plane. I didn’t understand why he was getting rid of the sofa but it seems he was selling his farm in Australia (He does live in Australia. Not on a farm though). I got out of the car and started to pick a fight with someone’s wife. We were attacking each other with magic bats. Nothing hurt but every time you landed a hit a bird fell out of the sky. When the fight was over and it was time for me to go, I stepped down my friend’s very ornate red glass stairs and waved my brother goodbye, only it wasn’t my brother any more.
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Mar 26, 2024 10:21:26 GMT
Post by spinno on Mar 26, 2024 10:21:26 GMT
I’d been shopping for groceries and had a very heavy bag filled with steaks. I decided to go to the museum so that I could sit on one of the benches in the foyer and rest because the bag was just so heavy and I couldn’t face walking home with it. A friend just happened to enter the foyer, saw me and offered me a ride home in his car; some kind of vintage contraption with a concertinaed hood at the back. There was only a driver’s seat and a passenger seat but he flicked a switch and the car stretched out to reveal three rows of what looked like thick, blue, upended gym crash mats. Everyone else (?!) piled in and I found myself perched on top of one of the crash pads with my feet wedged in behind the pad in front of me and my very heavy bag on my lap. We pulled up outside a house where my brother was chatting away to his friend trying to sell him the sofa he’d brought on the plane. I didn’t understand why he was getting rid of the sofa but it seems he was selling his farm in Australia (He does live in Australia. Not on a farm though). I got out of the car and started to pick a fight with someone’s wife. We were attacking each other with magic bats. Nothing hurt but every time you landed a hit a bird fell out of the sky. When the fight was over and it was time for me to go, I stepped down my friend’s very ornate red glass stairs and waved my brother goodbye, only it wasn’t my brother any more. wow, one of your best efforts yet...keep taking the tablets (or not...)
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Post by Kath on Mar 26, 2024 11:58:46 GMT
I’d been shopping for groceries and had a very heavy bag filled with steaks. I decided to go to the museum so that I could sit on one of the benches in the foyer and rest because the bag was just so heavy and I couldn’t face walking home with it. A friend just happened to enter the foyer, saw me and offered me a ride home in his car; some kind of vintage contraption with a concertinaed hood at the back. There was only a driver’s seat and a passenger seat but he flicked a switch and the car stretched out to reveal three rows of what looked like thick, blue, upended gym crash mats. Everyone else (?!) piled in and I found myself perched on top of one of the crash pads with my feet wedged in behind the pad in front of me and my very heavy bag on my lap. We pulled up outside a house where my brother was chatting away to his friend trying to sell him the sofa he’d brought on the plane. I didn’t understand why he was getting rid of the sofa but it seems he was selling his farm in Australia (He does live in Australia. Not on a farm though). I got out of the car and started to pick a fight with someone’s wife. We were attacking each other with magic bats. Nothing hurt but every time you landed a hit a bird fell out of the sky. When the fight was over and it was time for me to go, I stepped down my friend’s very ornate red glass stairs and waved my brother goodbye, only it wasn’t my brother any more. wow, one of your best efforts yet...keep taking the tablets (or not...) Funny you say that...for a while now I've not been able to remember any dreams but in the last few days I've remembered more and more. I ran out of my 30/500 co-codamol about a week or so ago and until I can get a prescription again I'm making do with the over the counter stuff. I can't help wondering if my lack of remembrance has something to do with levels of codiene.
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Mar 26, 2024 12:36:51 GMT
Post by spinno on Mar 26, 2024 12:36:51 GMT
wow, one of your best efforts yet...keep taking the tablets (or not...) Funny you say that...for a while now I've not been able to remember any dreams but in the last few days I've remembered more and more. I ran out of my 30/500 co-codamol about a week or so ago and until I can get a prescription again I'm making do with the over the counter stuff. I can't help wondering if my lack of remembrance has something to do with levels of codiene. Nothing would surprise me as far as medicines are concerned.
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Mar 30, 2024 20:15:45 GMT
Post by lesleysm2 on Mar 30, 2024 20:15:45 GMT
Actually medication can affect dreams when I worked in the HIV service there was one drug (I think it was Efavirenz or Nevirapine) that patients were advised to take in the morning because taking it before bed time was associated with vivid nightmares
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Mar 30, 2024 20:19:43 GMT
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Post by zou on Mar 30, 2024 20:19:43 GMT
Even immediately on waking I knew I couldn't recall enough of last night's dream to be worth an effort sharing, but it was an interesting fantasy/sci-fi setting (with a supernatural vibe), and I woke up before I learned why the watchmen said to never look into the lights along the path.
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