Category Archives: Dreams

Before I forget

Tired and Emotional

Tired and Emotional (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I arose very early on Tuesday morning and was soon up and about though still remaining a little tired. I have had these feelings for quite some time, tired, listless, drained and not wanting to do anything but sit or lie down. I don’t give in to such thoughts of course, I keep active instead. One of the reasons I awoke was to do something about that tree stump in the front garden which stubbornly refuses any attempt to remove it. After breakfast I donned my overalls and gave it another go but was soon defeated, the saw made only a small amount of progress so I put it away. Attempt number two was a better idea. I took my cordless drill and a wood bit to the stump and drilled several deep holes in it. Next I poured into the holes some herbicide until they were full. Now all I have to do is wait and see if that gets results. Hopefully it will otherwise I will have to think of something else, a chainsaw perhaps? Anyway I returned indoors to chat with E who had just come downstairs for her breakfast. She’d asked what I had been doing so early in the morning and then we chatted about other things. I mentioned a dream I had dreamt but at first I couldn’t remember it’s content. Immediately upon waking I kept the dream in my thoughts in the hope I could write it down later as I usually do. In the dream I was visiting a building site, the house someone was building. On my arrival there I saw a tower of scaffolding standing about seven or eight metres high and I started to climb it in order to reach the person whose house it would become when finished. I thought it was extremely odd that this person, a guy, a colleague from my past was involved with such a project as that sort of work was foreign to him, he just wasn’t capable. His wife was with him and it seemed that she had more knowledge of what to do than he had. Just then the scaffolding fell away from the house, though it no longer appeared to be a house but an open-sided factory of some sort. I fell to the ground surrounded by the scaffold and severely injured. Somehow I managed to dig myself out and was furious with my ex-colleague. I somehow pushed the scaffolding back to its original position and upright as I argued with him. I have no idea where the strength to do that had come from! I then found myself carrying out some work before I woke up rather abruptly. Now what I am about to write you may find as strange as I did, I had blood on my night-clothes. It was fresh blood and was easily washed off (I washed the whole garment later) in the hand basin. I checked my body for evidence of any wounds and could not find anything! What can I say?

Shirley Anne


In dreams


I wandered through the streets of dreams,
Of changing scenery,
And I could see in every place
A vision that was me.

It was as if my whole life through
Was there before my eyes,
Yet every part of that long dream
Did take me by surprise.

I wondered if my journey’s end
Would hasten unto me,
For I was being chased around
And wanted to be free.

My legs felt heavy, just like lead
My arms hung by my side,
The monsters now pursuing me
Left me no place to hide.

Yet as I looked into their eyes
I saw a glint of hope,
Until they took a hold of me……….
‘Twas then that I awoke!

Copyright Shirley Anne 9 Feb 04

Joseph Recounting His Dreams

Joseph Recounting His Dreams (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Maybe you had a dream like that, maybe you have lots of them. Our dreams are trying to tell us something. I had a dream like this at some point before I wrote the poem and at a time when I was experiencing much turmoil in my life. I believe there are two types of dream. The first type is those which arise from our daily experiences, when in our subconscious dreams we attempt to make sense of what happens to us when we are awake. We may have troubles in our lives we find difficult to deal with and they end up giving us restless nights, bad dreams. Sometimes our lives are filled with happy times and we continue living them out in our dreams. The second type of dreams I believe are those in which we receive supernatural messages, messages from God. God says in His Word (Scripture, The Holy Bible) that men (mankind) will have visions and dream dreams. There are many instances of this throughout Scripture. It is one of the ways that God communicates with us. Not everyone will experience the second type of dream or if they do they may not recognise its source but everyone has dreams of the first type whether good or bad. In each case I believe dreams should be taken seriously because we can learn from them. Many of my own dreams or parts of them which I remembered are listed in my pages above. Some are old recurring dreams that change a little each time I experience them but I am never quite sure why I dream them over and over though years apart. Unresolved issues? Reminders? Sometimes we cannot know. Most of my dreams are simply strange and I cannot make head nor tail of them but I don’t worry about it. If I feel however that a message is being communicated I would like to think I will respond. How about you?

Shirley Anne

Fresh in my mind

English: A pair of high heeled shoe with 12cm ...

A pair of high heeled shoe with 12cm stiletto heels. Category:Shoes (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I cannot remember if I have been dreaming much these past few months for when I awake I cannot recollect any. That might be due to the fact that my sleep has been so deep it has been leaving me fully refreshed in the mornings. That it appears isn’t always the case for I woke up on Sunday morning after a very good night’s sleep and remembering vividly a dream I’d had.
I remember that in this dream I was on a plane heading for New York and travelling alone. On reaching customs I was thankful that they requested, as they normally do, the removal of my shoes for my feet needed a rest from wearing such high heels. However I soon had them on again and on my way into town. Somewhere along the way I decided I needed a coffee so I ended up in what I thought was a cafeteria but it seemed more like a hall you might find in a school or college with a counter at one end. Waves of people were coming and going to the counter. Cup of coffeeIt was my turn to be served and I ordered a latté whilst fumbling for my purse. Having found my purse I realised I had only English bank notes and no dollars. The woman serving me was patient as I explained my predicament. Then I thought I would use a debit card instead and buy something to eat to justify its use. Alas I couldn’t find the card or any card apart from a few business cards I had in the bag. I seemed to be struggling throughout the rest of the dream and getting pushed and jostled by other customers who cared not that I had a problem. In the end I thought the woman might have given me the coffee as a kind gesture seeing I was struggling to find a way to pay her but she didn’t. I cannot remember if I was still in the establishment when I realised where my card was, in fact where all of my cards had been, in the metal enclosure in the rear zipped compartment of my bag safe from pick-pockets and scanning devices. Did I get my drink? I will never know for at that point I woke up.

Have I got shoes like the pair shown? Well, yes, five pairs actually. LOL

Shirley Anne

Attic room

Weird Dreams

Weird Dreams (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I get myself into all sorts of places and situations……… my dreams! A few nights ago I had another of my weird dreams in which many unusual things happen. The first thing I remembered about the dream was being inside an attic room, no ordinary attic room, in fact it didn’t look like one at all. The room had a high ceiling and that made it difficult to see for the lighting was poor too. It seemed like the room was a lounge of some sort though it was dusty and dirty as you might expect up in an old attic. The furnishings, if you could call them by that name were many years old and appeared to date from the 1930 to 1940 era. It seemed they had never been cleaned since either. An old carpet lay on the floor and there appeared to be dark curtains hanging at one end of the room to obscure what lay behind them. There was a small kitchen dining table with chairs and an armchair in front of them. Beyond on the far wall behind was a door. The area in front of the door was well-lit. The door was slightly ajar and I could hear people talking. A man walked into the room which took me by surprise. It turned out he was the owner of a nightclub which for some unknown reason was attached to my house. I asked what he was doing in my attic and he apologised and left but other people had followed him into the attic and were making themselves at home. I ushered them out too. It was then that I noticed someone asleep under a blanket. I couldn’t make out if he was on a bed or a couch or even if he was on the floor but I nudged him several times to wake him up. As I was doing that E had popped her head into the room through the trap door in the floor beneath which was a stairway to the house below. The trap door was very small and it seemed the attic room had not been visited much from anyone in the house in the past for that reason. It explained why people using the nightclub felt they could meander about up there without interference. The person under the blanket was an old homeless man who had somehow found refuge up there but I told him to leave. As he revealed himself I saw that he had long pointed ears of the type you might imagine a goblin to have. His nose was long too and his face was covered in large pimples and bumps. He certainly looked like a goblin out of a fairytale. A mouse scurried from beneath the blanket toward E who to my complete surprise took hold of it and began to stroke it as you would a pet. I doubt she would do that in life. I scared it off and then disposed of it. The attic was now empty and I bolted the door which led to the nightclub so that no-one could use it again. That was the last thing I remembered from the dream as I awoke for the day.

Shirley Anne

Riding a scooter?

Honda Jazz scooter

Honda Jazz scooter (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I found myself out in the countryside on the road between my own house and the next nearest town of Ormskirk and I was riding a scooter. My mother-in-law (ex mother-in-law now) lives part-way along this road. Scooters had become very popular during the nineteen-sixties and although I have never ridden a scooter except as a passenger in this account of a recent dream I was riding one. It was a time when wearing a helmet wasn’t compulsory so I didn’t have one. I was dressed in a flowing skirt more typical of a time ten years earlier and it was a fine sunny day. For some apparent reason my sister-in-law was also riding a scooter and she had been following me with intent. I don’t know why she wanted to catch me but she was chasing after me. Suddenly I found myself in possession of her scooter leaving her stranded but still trying to pursue me. How it was possible for me to carry her scooter between my legs on my own scooter I will never know but these things are possible in dreams. In the dream I found myself talking with someone else riding a scooter but I never actually saw the person and didn’t even know if they were male or female. The plan was to hide around a bend in the road and surprise my sister-in-law with the explanation that I was only having a little fun. However as she was getting closer I decided to carry on riding away. One stretch of the road was in a really bad condition and it looked more like an undulating dirt track with large potholes surrounded by heaps of loose sand and soil rather than a road. I struggled to keep going but had to give way to an oncoming car and I nearly ran into a hole in which a man was standing as he dug it out. I had slowed down considerably and was frightened that my sister-in-law would catch up with me. I needed to get away but then I noticed two workmen who had taken a great interest in me and who were now trying to catch me too. Somehow I managed to escape and I found myself back at home and up on the first-floor landing outside of the bathroom and overlooking my neighbour’s garden. I had ridden past my mother-in-law’s house for I felt sure my sister-in-law would have stopped there. One of the two men was now climbing the stairs to get to me and I screamed and screamed but he persisted. I managed to get into the bathroom and lock myself inside but in my mind’s eye I could see the other man had also reached the door and the pair of them were trying to break the door down in order to rape me. I opened the window and let out another two screams as I saw two women coming out of the neighbour’s house into her garden. The younger woman looked up to me and smiled but she hadn’t realised my predicament and carried on walking into the garden. Just as my situation and fate seemed inevitable I woke up.

Shirley Anne

Dreams and premonitions

...Nothing but a Dream

…Nothing but a Dream (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have not written much lately about my dream experiences and I have not written about premonitions before today. I probably have had a few dreams since I last wrote about them but as I couldn’t remember any of them I couldn’t write about them. Even now as I recall a dream I had on Thursday night there isn’t much to report about it. The main point and most vivid recollection of that dream follows. In our house we have what is called ’tilt and turn’ double-glazed windows which enable us to partially open them for ventilation by tilting them inwards at the top. If we want to open the windows wide we have to place the window back in the frame and then by turning the handle the window then hinges at the side and can be opened fully inwards. This makes cleaning them far easier whilst at the same time freeing us from the necessity of hiring a window cleaner. The point is that the windows open inwards from the inside. Now in this very brief account of my dream I was standing on the landing at the top of the first flight of stairs from the ground floor (there are cellars below), the landing directly outside the main bathroom. There is a large window there which looks out toward the west and our immediate neighbour’s house. I cannot remember why I was standing there but I was wearing my nightie as if I had just arisen to visit the toilet. I was still in bed of course as this was part of the dream. As I lifted the net curtain (drapes) to look out into the darkness I saw something which frightened me a little but I couldn’t see its form. Although the window was closed with the handle in the locked position the window suddenly opened and slowly I was pushed back into the corner and trapped. I tried to resist but the unseen force was too strong and I stood there feeling helpless. I cried out to E who for some reason had come part-way up the stairs as evidently she had been downstairs and was still dressed. At first she tried to poke the unseen force with her wooden walking stick but as she got closer she reached out her hand and tried to feel what was there. She could feel nothing and her hand reached the glass. I on the other hand had to put some effort into pushing the window closed but I was then free. That is all I remember about the dream.

It Dreams

It Dreams (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Over the last few years I have noticed that sometimes I get a thought in my head about a forthcoming event as if I was being informed before it happened. The events themselves have been nothing significant and probably unworthy of mention, mundane things of little importance but unusual to say the least. If you were to ask me to recall them I probably couldn’t as I wrote nothing down and they have drifted from my memory because of their insignificance. However, on Friday I was walking to the chemist (pharmacy) to collect some medications and a thought popped into my mind that when I arrived there I would receive a phone call. I received that call as I had thought I would. I wrote about it in yesterday’s post. Because it seemed so significant and because it wasn’t the first time I have experienced such things I am going to try to write down any further premonitions if and when I receive them.

Shirley Anne

Of frozen foods and shopping

Frozen foods at the Real Canadian Superstore i...

Frozen foods at the Real Canadian Superstore in Winkler, Manitoba (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’ll wager you will be thinking when reading this post that it is all about shopping but although the subject is a part of the post the post is actually about a dream I had in the small hours of Monday morning. For the first time in quite a long time I found myself out shopping with E and we were loading up a shopping trolley with frozen foods of all types but mainly confectionery and bread. As we tried to leave the store we discovered more ‘special offers’ on sale and added these to the trolley. E wanted to stand around and chat but I was impatient and just wanted to get the goods safely in our vehicle and drive home to store it before it began to thaw. Finally we were both outside but it was dark as though it was in the middle of the night. I know some stores are open for twenty-four hours so it wasn’t surprising to find ourselves out shopping at that hour, even so it was unusual. It was a warm night too and therefore all the more important we didn’t hang about. For some reason the car park wasn’t outside the store, it was a car park surrounding an establishment where I once worked! I couldn’t figure out why that was. I couldn’t figure out why our vehicle wasn’t actually ours but that belonging to our eldest son who handed us the keys as we came to load the food in the boot (trunk). Although it was a large vehicle, one you might expect to have a large rear compartment, it didn’t, in fact the opening to the small boot was small too and we found it difficult to get the trays into it. I couldn’t understand why the food was on trays, especially the confectionery but that didn’t matter to E who just squeezed everything in, squashing everything in the process. However, we couldn’t close the lid and I was getting more and more irritated by E’s lack of concern or interest. I am not sure what the outcome was in all of this for at that time I woke up.

Shirley Anne

Really mixed-up

English: The Lanes, Brighton

 The Lanes, Brighton (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My oh my was I tired on Monday evening but I waited as long as i could before going off to bed. If you remember, I had gotten up very early the previous day. I had two jobs on that day and later went for a meal at the pub. I didn’t stay long after the meal as I might have done had there been any of my acquaintances there. I went home and did a spot of relaxing. As the afternoon wore on I was beginning to get tired, the effects of the meal, my work and the lack of sleep the previous day all taking their toll. I almost slept through the whole night but as usual these days I end up needing the toilet and wake up in the middle of the night. Monday night was no exception. I don’t remember if I dreamed during the first half of the night but I know I did in the second half, which I now describe. I was at a seaside resort which was remarkably like Brighton (on the south coast of England for those not living here). Brighton has an area in the town called ‘The Lanes‘, a close community of shops, restaurants, bars and cáfes linked by small streets and passageways, presumably the origin of the name ‘The Lanes’. In my dream I was attending a course of some description though I don’t remember what the course was for. I had to be in attendance at 9 o’clock in the morning or be locked-out and I found myself late and desperately trying to get to the venue on time. However many things in the dream thwarted all my efforts to do that. It was as if obstacles had been placed there deliberately to prevent my being there on time or even at all. I knew the location of the venue but despite my efforts to get there I couldn’t find it. I would enter the street that I knew was right but found that people in my dream kept redirecting me as if they knew I was wrong in my assumptions. I knew I wasn’t wrong but was obliged to follow their directions but when I did follow the instructions I had the same problems in the next location. I ended up rushing here and there trying my best to reach the venue on time and the clock was against me. In the end I got to the venue and was faced with a strict telling off. I woke up and it was still two hours before the time I had set on my alarm. I managed to get to sleep again and woke up fifteen minutes before the alarm but switched it off  before it sounded. I only use the alarm as a back-up for I am usually awake before it goes off. My dreams are seriously mixed-up.

Shirley Anne

Haircuts and things

The Dream of X

The Dream of X (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

No, I am not about to tell you that I have had my hair cut, trimmed, shaped or anything like that except in a dream I had a few nights ago. That wasn’t the only strange thing in my dream. As much of it I can remember follows but there was probably more that I don’t remember. The whole dream involved myself and a friend whom I rarely see these days as she moved out of the area to live on the south coast a couple of years ago. I actually cannot imagine why she figured in my dream but that’s dreams for you. It all started as she and I were driving off somewhere but in separate cars and to some unknown destination, though later it all seemed to make sense. We were in communication throughout the journey though I have no idea how for we didn’t have mobile phones. It seemed we simply spoke and were able to hear one another. At the end of the journey we approached a concrete ramp, the kind you see in multilevel car parks but larger. We drove down the first ramp and at the bottom there was a right-hand turn followed by another ramp that seemed to go nowhere. At the bottom of the ramp was a small concrete wall on its right-hand side on the other side of which were some cars and a guy standing by the wall. In a moment I was standing opposite him but on my side of the wall and I called to my friend who was having difficulty in finding a space. I found myself in my car, though it didn’t seem to be the one I had just driven, it was much smaller, like one of those ‘town vehicles’ that seem so popular. I showed my friend how easy it was to park but she decided against it and drove down the ramp to where the guy was standing but carried onwards across a main road as if purposefully. I followed in my car to her destination. I found her negotiating the purchase of what I thought was a car. Then I found us both standing next to the guy by the wall but I have no idea how we had gotten there. She turned to me and invited me to climb an open step-ladder and she demonstrated how it should be done. I was to climb up and sit down on the next-to-top step and I did so but then the guy told me that I had done it wrong. Finally I was seated and he proceeded to cut my hair though I didn’t feel anything. I knew he was doing it but even so I was surprised that he had. My hair was now short and black but it seemed as though he hadn’t done anything, it seemed that my hair had always been that way. The dream ended there and I awoke.

Dream added to ‘My Dreams’ page above

Shirley Anne

Short dreams

I love Hebrew

I love Hebrew (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Another weird dream. I have some really strange dreams at times some of which seem quite long whilst others somewhat brief. This one seemed brief yet the story behind it seemed long. I was with a group of children and found myself caught up in a war of some sort. I was battling with an unknown adversary and somewhere along the line I discovered an article partly written in Hebrew. I supposed the article was telling me how to overcome the enemy and I read the words out loud until I came across the first word in Hebrew. I attempted its pronunciation seemingly to prove I could and understood what it meant. The little girl standing at my side, who it seemed was my three-year-old grand-daughter and English, piped up that I was saying the word all wrong. She told me how it should be pronounced and even what the word meant. I was amazed at her knowledge. I am not sure what the meaning of the word was telling me or how it was to help me in my situation for at that point I woke up. Now I can understand why it was that my grand-daughter was in the dream for she had visited me only a couple of days before but I cannot explain why she could read and understand the Hebrew language or how it was that I had been surrounded by many children. As for the war? I can offer no explanation of that either.

Shirley Anne

All mixed-up

English: Apples on an apple-tree. Ukraine. Рус...

Apples on an apple-tree.

I was leaning on my small step-ladder on the front lawn of the house I once lived in many years ago. It was a Summer’s day, bright and sunny and I was dressed in a light skirt and top. I had been having difficulties in deciding which shoes or sandals I should wear and strangely one of the local children out playing in the street made a suggestion and one that I took up. There were many children walking up and down the street and each of them greeted me as they passed by the house. A couple of men and women also paid me a nice greeting. One of the young men, well young compared to me, approached me and I though he wanted something from me but unfortunately he carried on walking past me saying ‘I want to give E a kiss’. She was standing close-by and accepted his kiss and then he left. Everyone seemed pleased to see me, going out of their way to greet me. Most, if not all of the adults were going to work and had to catch the local train but unfortunately there were problems and many had to make alternative arrangements. I have no idea how I knew that as none told me. I couldn’t understand that or why I was out on the lawn with a step-ladder. What I do know is it was all a dream. Now most of the dreams I have are difficult to understand but with this one there were a couple of points that have an explanation. The reason I had a ladder in my dream and specifically a step-ladder could be due to the fact that I was thinking about using a ladder the previous day in order to reach the highest apples on the tree. I had removed most of those within easy reach but needed a ladder if I was to reach the higher ones. In the event I left the higher apples until another day. As the apple tree stands close to the lawn that would explain why I was standing on a lawn in the dream though why that lawn was at my old address I cannot say. It was true that I had been wearing the clothes I had been wearing in the dream. Now about the children. I love children and will speak with them given the opportunity though I cannot understand why it was that in the dream I received special attention from them, so too with the adults. As for the kiss E had received, well who knows? Maybe she isn’t telling me everything…LOL.I doubt it has any relative significance though why it should figure in my dream is open to debate. I had also watched a program about train the previous evening which would explain the trains in my dream.  That’s it, another strange dream to go into the archives.

Shirley Anne

Tomorrows Post The week ends here?

A really horrible dream

The Dream

The Dream (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I woke up around 5 am on Wednesday morning shocked by the dream I had just experienced. The whole experience was abhorrent to me and I was relieved that I had awoken and that it had only been a dream. The content hadn’t been triggered by anything I had seen on television or heard on radio the previous evening or for any time previous to my recollection and neither had I read anything nor seen anything on the Internet to bring about the dream. Never in my life have I experienced anything to do with the subject of the dream either so it came as a shock that I had dreamed it. I immediately thought it might be a message given for some special reason for often messages come this way, through dreams or visions. The part of the dream I remember most vividly was in fact quite short. I remember myself being a younger electrician working in a huge hall of some description and working high up on scaffolding near the ceiling. I was involved in fitting some conduit to supply an air-conditioning unit and found myself struggling whilst trying to hold one end of the air-conditioning unit and fit the conduit at the same time. My colleague, an older electrician was supposed to be helping me but he’d disappeared off somewhere. There was a middle-aged woman with me but I am not sure why she was there, though she may have been an electrician too, however she was acting as someone in charge and seemed qualified to do so. We climbed down the scaffolding to go and look for the man. We found ourselves immediately inside a toilet, as we do in dreams. There appeared to be no-one in there but then a closet door opened and there stood a young boy, probably about 8 or 9 years old tucking his shirt inside his knee-length school uniform shorts. His face was blushing as if we had caught him doing something he shouldn’t and we thought he must have simply been embarrassed of our presence. Just then the man came out of the same closet and made some excuse as to why he was there. It was blatantly obvious that he had been interfering with the boy sexually. He knew that we knew what they had been doing and we told him to his face that we knew he was a paedophile and we were going to report him to the authorities. He said nothing but hung his head in shame. The boy however had thought it was all a joke and was smiling. His innocence had been taken from him and we knew one day he would suffer because of the selfish attitude of his much older predator. Like I said, the dream came out of nowhere and I felt awful to have dreamed it.

Shirley Anne

Am I a lesbian?

English: An amplifier by Marshall Amplificatio...

English: An amplifier by Marshall Amplification, MG15DFX. Русский: Усилитель Marshall Amplification, MG15DFX. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Well the short answer is no I am not but in my latest dream I apparently was one. As usual with dreams they are all mixed-up and seemingly consist of data not normally mutually connected. Quite often in my dreams I am an electrician which is hardly surprising as I am one! However, I am not a lesbian even though I am one occasionally in my dreams. In this dream I had just completed a sizeable job for this guy, who I remember was very tall. When it came to paying me he didn’t wish to reveal to his wife who was standing close-by just how much he was giving me so he quietly slipped the money into my hand. Realising it was coins that he gave me I knew it wasn’t enough for the work I had done. In fact he had given me a mere five pounds. I felt unable to question the meagre remuneration as I had been friends with the couple and especially their daughter. Just then their daughter came into the house and she and I were left alone for her parents knew their daughter and I were close. I have no idea why my Roland guitar amplifier figured in the dream but at that point I became aware of its presence, so much so that it consumed my thoughts. I found myself in the arms of my lesbian lover and then she was gone as if trying to distance herself from me for no apparent reason. I chased after her as she darted in and out of the crowded streets we suddenly found ourselves in. I saw her dash down an opening and straight onto a bus and I lost her. Still I seemed more concerned that my amplifier was missing and thought she had taken it though how that was possible I couldn’t figure out. I then found myself back at her house with her parents who by this time were having sex and couldn’t speak with me yet they seemed to be in the same room as me and fully dressed. Just then their daughter came back and we hugged and kissed and I forgot all about the amplifier which was standing on the floor across the room. I was happy again for two reasons and then I woke up.

Shirley Anne

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Deep sleep and a dream

Dream House (game show)

Dream House (game show) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As I write this on Thursday morning I am suffering from either a heavy cold or influenza, aches and pains in parts I never knew I had! I think you get the picture. No headaches though just pain everywhere else! It means that I am at rest and not doing any work at all. It all started slowly at the beginning of the week and I thought I could work it off but this time it has decided to linger. No matter, I could do with the rest and speaking of rest my sleep pattern has improved over the last day or two enabling me to get a couple of good night’s sleep. Usually I am up every couple of hours throughout the night but over the last two days I have pretty much slept through, especially on Wednesday night to Thursday morning. I still woke up full of aches and pains but they didn’t prevent me sleeping well. So it was that I had a dream and not only one which I remembered but one that I have dreamed about on a few occasions. When E and I were house searching some 26 years ago we visited quite a number of large houses similar to what we actually purchased but I am not sure whether the house in my dream was one of them. I feel it ought to have been because as a house it was very exceptional and one which I am sure we would have enjoyed living in. The whole dream really centres on this house. In the dream the house stands alongside other old houses on an old Victorian road which hasn’t changed at all since it was constructed all those years ago. However, from the rear of the house it appears to be standing alone on high ground which overlooks a town or city yet it seems to be located in the countryside! There is much conflict in the dream about its true location. Inside there are many rooms over five floors. The family, quite a few of us, live in the downstairs rooms and very rarely go above the third floor. In the dream E and I went exploring the two top floors. The fourth floor was basically one very large room which strangely enough had tiled walls as an old school might have, Access to the floor was via a narrow staircase which opened up to a wide-set of five or six further steps leading into the main room. On the left of the room as we entered was another door which led us into a dirty passageway at the end of which was a room containing a water storage tank that needed renewing or repairing and part of the roof above it was missing. Turning right at the end of this passage we found ourselves walking down another passageway with dirty, dark and dismal rooms leading off to the left but beyond them was a set of ornate stone-walled balconies that nobody had discovered. I found myself on the floor above but have no idea how I got there. The ceiling was open to the sky as part of the roof was missing but the room I was in was a lounge full of furniture with a coal fire burning. It appeared that someone was living there without my knowledge. A young mother appeared and asked if it was alright that she was living there and did I object. I replied that it was perfectly alright and that I didn’t object. I glanced through the hole in the roof to see that it was snowing heavily and was thankful that she had a nice fire to keep her and her child warm. It was strange that this floor hadn’t been forgotten when we had all the windows replaced with double-glazed units, especially as I hadn’t been up there previously. I loved that house in my dream and I still wonder if it really was a place we had visited all those years ago.

Shirley Anne