Dreams

[zou]

Apr 3, 2024 7:42:37 GMT Kath said:

Dinner was a baked potato with cream cheese and chives. Dream was a frantic race to get a handmade children’s illustrated book finished for the art school event on that night. When I was showing it to my lecturer it was really badly done and I’d stolen someone else’s images.

AI huh.

[dreampolice]

Well last nights was a weird one, quite sensory too in so much as I could feel and smell it in my dream.

I was with my wife in a car trying to turn around in a small place as some guy had parked his 4x4 badly whilst unloading. Whilst manoeuvring another car came by, hit the others guys open boot lid and drove off. I chased after him up the road but lost him at some traffic lights, but carried on driving looking for him. Far off to our left I saw electricity pylons start to fall down onto the streets below. I said to my wife that I hoped it didn't on our stretch but of course the ones over us then started to fall down ahead. I stopped the car so we could get out and run to safety but the electricity cables landed on us. This is where I could feel the tingles in my body and smell the electricity/static n the air. We didn't die and ran into a field with many others. It then jumped to us all comparing our wire shaped burn marks all over our bodies. Weird.

I had another one too last night. I was in Manchester and I distinctly remember wearing a suit, but I can't remember why. I walked by a long line of people waiting at a takeaway serving hatch. One of them was John, a guy I have worked with in the police and also after retirement. He was also wearing a suit. As I walked a bit further down the street I saw another guy who I recognised. This was a guy I was mates with some 45 years ago and have only seen once since.He actually looked like he does in some photos I have of him and was standing in the same pose as he was in one of those photos. I turned to speak and we ended up in his office/home and there was some weird bloke just lounging around. We chatted about my holidays and I told Steve that I had some photos of him that I could share on Google Drive (That is where they actually are in real life). He got mad at me and asked me to leave.

[spinno]

I was being followed around a post apocalyptic city or town, and I evaded them (4 guys) by going down an alley into a courtyard with ramshackle loading docks. They couldn't see me so they disappeared. I settled down to rest and woke up!
I fell asleep again and had the same dream apart from learning I was wanted for questioning a decision.
Bizarre, I thought that for me, repeat dreams finished years ago.

[spinno]

Last night someone tried to steal my ICD, they cornered me and overpowered (without violence) me and started to cut the device out.
I woke up, and it's still there.

[willien]

Apr 4, 2024 8:04:29 GMT spinno said:

Last night someone tried to steal my ICD, they cornered me and overpowered (without violence) me and started to cut the device out.
I woke up, and it's still there.

How is the kidney count?

[spinno]

Apr 4, 2024 10:22:39 GMT willien said:

Apr 4, 2024 8:04:29 GMT spinno said:

Last night someone tried to steal my ICD, they cornered me and overpowered (without violence) me and started to cut the device out.
I woke up, and it's still there.

How is the kidney count?

They're still there. I swear I felt the plastic of the device through a cut in my chest as I woke up...

[Kath]

Last night's dream after mince and tatties:

I was investigating a murder and questioning a suspect in an otherwise fairly ordinary interview room except that in one corner was an extraordinarily high table and two chairs, upon which two men in bowler hats were proofreading the prison dictionary.

[lesleysm2]

For some reason I had to find all my personal diaries but I couldn't find all of them and kept getting the ones I could find mixed up with my Terry Pratchett hardbacks

[Kath]

Last night's dream after mushroom risotto and salad:

I was at work and had not long sent my CV to another company looking for a job with them. Someone called me back to ask about the two incomplete entries - one was for employment in a hotel where I'd been responsible for servicing the dormitories and another was for something else I can't remember now. I panicked and told her that they were a mistake, that I'd been showing my son how to write a CV and started putting them in as an example but then sent it without proofreading it. I didn't get the job and she said she'd call me back for disciplinary procedures. I told my boss that I was going for a bath and would be back in half an hour. As I was about to get into the bath I heard my toddler outside saying she wanted to get in with me so I opened the door and reached through the legs of all my colleagues to drag her into the bathroom. She jumped straight into the water without taking her leggings or nappy off and when I undressed her she had leaves and twigs in her nappy. I sorted her out and re-ran myself a bath. As I let her out someone came into the bathroom, sat on the loo and started making a phone call. I asked them to leave and they were quite affronted by the whole thing. I finally got to lie down in the bath and relax when a group of men in sort of 18th Century dress walked by the floor to ceiling glass windows and began cat calling me. I stood up and ranted about menstruation until they sloped off ashamed. By the time I got out of the bath, work was done so I went to meet my friends in the pub. There was a noticeboard on the wall where my pal had put up a load of needlefelted images of things I didn't understand with descriptions in Welsh underneath. I asked if anyone had a full set of white plastic push in letters so I can leave her a message saying 'I don't know what any of this means, Sam!' when she turned up in her glad rags and asked why I wasn't changed yet. I said I was about to, rummaged around in a bag of shoes, tried some on but they were too high and said I'd be right back. Running down the street, all the shops selling party clothes were closing so I started raiding my mother's wardrobe. The only thing that fitted was a weird blue silk dress with a cut out but that my boobs kept gravitating towards so I could'nt wear that. I started calling for help when I saw a dress on a hanger on the bannister. It was a child's dress but when I put it on over my head it seemed to fit okay. I had to wear it with ugly clunky brown sandals but at least I was on time.

[spinno]

Apr 10, 2024 10:48:48 GMT Kath said:

Last night's dream after mushroom risotto and salad:

I was at work and had not long sent my CV to another company looking for a job with them. Someone called me back to ask about the two incomplete entries - one was for employment in a hotel where I'd been responsible for servicing the dormitories and another was for something else I can't remember now. I panicked and told her that they were a mistake, that I'd been showing my son how to write a CV and started putting them in as an example but then sent it without proofreading it. I didn't get the job and she said she'd call me back for disciplinary procedures. I told my boss that I was going for a bath and would be back in half an hour. As I was about to get into the bath I heard my toddler outside saying she wanted to get in with me so I opened the door and reached through the legs of all my colleagues to drag her into the bathroom. She jumped straight into the water without taking her leggings or nappy off and when I undressed her she had leaves and twigs in her nappy. I sorted her out and re-ran myself a bath. As I let her out someone came into the bathroom, sat on the loo and started making a phone call. I asked them to leave and they were quite affronted by the whole thing. I finally got to lie down in the bath and relax when a group of men in sort of 18th Century dress walked by the floor to ceiling glass windows and began cat calling me. I stood up and ranted about menstruation until they sloped off ashamed. By the time I got out of the bath, work was done so I went to meet my friends in the pub. There was a noticeboard on the wall where my pal had put up a load of needlefelted images of things I didn't understand with descriptions in Welsh underneath. I asked if anyone had a full set of white plastic push in letters so I can leave her a message saying 'I don't know what any of this means, Sam!' when she turned up in her glad rags and asked why I wasn't changed yet. I said I was about to, rummaged around in a bag of shoes, tried some on but they were too high and said I'd be right back. Running down the street, all the shops selling party clothes were closing so I started raiding my mother's wardrobe. The only thing that fitted was a weird blue silk dress with a cut out but that my boobs kept gravitating towards so I could'nt wear that. I started calling for help when I saw a dress on a hanger on the bannister. It was a child's dress but when I put it on over my head it seemed to fit okay. I had to wear it with ugly clunky brown sandals but at least I was on time.

Alice, it's time to step back from that looking glass in Wonderland...

[Kath]

Maybe there's something in the risotto afterall...I had leftovers very late for lunch and didn't want anything for an evening meal:

Christmas dinner at work was in some pub where a load of other groups were also having events.  It wasn't served at the table, you had to go and fetch it, school-dinner style.  Someone brought me a yorkshire a pud and a piece of crackling.  I ate the Yorkshire but declined the crackling because it was rather greasy.  Next thing I realise that everyone else is getting up for their pudding but I haven't been to get my main course yet.  There isn't any left and it turns out that the Princess of Wales has similarly missed out.  The pair of us decide to go and ask the kitchen but it involves climbing up a spiral set of stairs made from rickety bin lids and even though we make it up we realise there's no way to get back down, especially if we are carrying a plate.  We head out for pudding but because this now means crossing a very high platform that is swirling with icy clouds and wind I have to ask someone for a coat to wear.  They've left their car keys in the pocket so that they won't go home without it.  There is no pudding but we sit out at a table on a piece of waste ground watching some small children playing over the road.  One steps out to stand in the way of traffic and I rush over to grab them but they're just made of jelly.

[spinno]

Last night there was a poetry contest set in a late winter snowscene. Contestants popped up out of the snow and recited poetry (not dirty limericks)

[Kath]

Lidl goat's cheese and tomato quiche with corn on the cob and salad. No dreams that I can recall.

[lesleysm2]

I don't know who was dreaming or what but this morning there was a missed call from a close friend at 4.28am so I called him. He insisted I'd called him at that time and he'd called me back but only got my voicemail....

My voicemail doesn't work

So either I've called him in my sleep or he dreamt he called me or possibly a bit of both

[willien]

Apr 12, 2024 19:39:46 GMT lesleysm2 said:

I don't know who was dreaming or what but this morning there was a missed call from a close friend at 4.28am so I called him. He insisted I'd called him at that time and he'd called me back but only got my voicemail....

My voicemail doesn't work

So either I've called him in my sleep or he dreamt he called me or possibly a bit of both

Neither of you are getting my phone number.

Edit "s".