I had a dream one night and part of it involved me being at a holiday resort. I was with a woman and some children. I did not know the woman nor did I know the children. We were playing around and the children and myself were getting along just fine when the woman spoke out and said in the presence of the children something about my wife. I corrected her and said, ‘you mean my husband’. I was furious with this woman and left to go for a swim in the pool. As I left her she was smiling as if she was pleased with what she had done. I was worried what the children might say but I was out of their sight quite quickly. As I approached the pool I ran forward to dive into the water in what is called a ‘bullet dive’, that is with my arms tight into my sides pointing to my feet. Most unladylike I thought at the time but as I dove into the water I found myself gliding upwards with my arms outstretched as if some invisible force was making me fly like an eagle that soars over a valley. I felt so free and feminine and it appeared that I was dressed in a long silky flowing dress. I glided over the pool for a short time before I suddenly woke up.
Many years ago when I was a young teenager I experienced a really weird dream.
Imagine if you will a rolled-up newspaper, in this case a particular paper called the Liverpool Echo (I lived in Liverpool), green in colour with stick-like arms and legs at the ends of which were little circles representing the hands and feet. No heads, no eyes, mouths or anything else. Now imagine thousands of them chasing you menacingly over fields. I know there are many dreams involving being chased but by rolled-up newspapers?
Later in the same dream I was being chased, not by these newspapers but by some unseen and unknown thing. I experienced being chased down the ubiquitous long dark tunnel where there was at its end, a bright light. My legs became as lead of course and the harder I tried to run the heavier my legs became. Eventually I reached the end of the tunnel and found myself on a semi-circular balcony high above a concrete arena below. In an instant I stepped to one side as I reached the opening and whatever it was that was following me and by now almost grasping my neck, could not stop in time and careered over the balcony wall to the concrete floor below. I watched its descent and saw it not actually hit the floor but appearing to diffuse into it and then disappear.
I woke up.
In this dream I was in my old house in Freshfield and was involved in hiding something from whoever was in the house with me. I am not sure who the other people were but I was desperate for them not to discover my ‘secret’. I had a large old top-loading washing machine which had a piece of black pvc as it’s lid. The machine itself was the usual white. I had pulled it out from under the worktop and I was washing four broken pieces of housebrick by hand inside the machine. They were covered in soil. Evidently they had just been dug from out of the ground. In a flash I found myself together with the machine in the hallway. I heard somebody approaching and I rushed to wrap the bricks in the towels that somehow were also inside the machine. Strangely I wrapped each brick separately as if in slow motion and then pulled the pvc flap over so nobody could see.
Recently I have had dreams involving The Circus. I have not been able to remember the whole of the dreams but only snippets of them. In these dreams I am in a position of authority whilst still performing in front of the audience. I have been on the trapeze and also riding on horseback or elephant. There have been some issues that I have had to deal with but again I cannot remember what they were all about. I have no idea why the scene is set in the circus. I have not been to a circus for years, neither have I seen one on television recently.
This dream, or what I remember of it, is very brief but it goes way beyond what is my experience of ‘normal’. Not normal for me but for my ex partner.
Four of us were dining out, myself, my ex and two friends. I am not sure which friends they were but at one point during the meal when we were served our dessert a curious thing happened. My ex was presenting me with a plate on which were three small items. They looked like beans at first but were all different in size and more closely resembled maggots. I was being tempted to eat one and when the fork was place near to it, it began to open up as a maggot might do when a fly emerges but it wasn’t a fly. It was some sort of crawling insect which looked like an earwig. The fork moved across to the second one and that too began to hatch its contents. However before it did my ex took the fork and stabbed the third one, promptly putting it in her mouth and looking toward me with a glance that said, ‘What’s wrong with you? They are tasty’.
At that point I awoke.
The story is strange because there is no way my ex would have contemplated doing what she did in the dream in real life and probably even the thought of looking at the maggots would have been abhorrent to her. I myself would never have entertained the thought either.
In this dream I was driving my van on top of which was a tall set of step ladders. I had a passenger and seem to remember it being my eldest son. We had driven quite some distance and there had been a constant and irritating noise throughout the journey. We stopped and examined the roof rack to find that the ladder was still there but it wasn’t secure. In fact there had not been any form of restraint fitted. We wondered how it had managed to stay on top of the vehicle considering the speed and distance we had travelled. I fitted a blanket, yes a blanket beneath the ladder and secured it by tying the ends of the blanket around the ladder and roof rack. A rather strange way to secure a ladder especially as I had the proper equipment inside the van.
In this dream I was going on a holiday. I cannot remember exactly who was with me except my eldest son, who is a policeman and who, for some strange reason was in uniform but without a jacket. We were seated in what looked like the interior of a luxury railroad coach but it was twice the width of a standard train carriage. Those around us talked about the luxury. Just then a party of three males came aboard and sat behind us. I saw this as if I were standing apart from my seated position next to my son. Two of the males looked as if they were about twenty years old and the third was a young, probably about four years old. Each was dressed as a policeman and carried a radio. The child’s radio was a toy but the older males had the real thing and were pretending to be policemen. At this point I interjected with the remark that my son was a real policeman and they ceased doing what they were doing. My son made arrangements to have them arrested.
We had to get some special papers before we could get on the plane but that meant going to an office miles away across the airfield. We couldn’t understand why the office wasn’t adjacent to the passport control. Many of the passengers had alighted already and were making their way to the office so we got up and followed them reluctantly. We were only going to Spain but the security seemed a bit over the top.
I woke up.
In my next dream I am with my youngest son and we have gone to see a movie. Nothing unusual in that but we sat in the cinema and had to fulfil a test before we could see the film. The test was the strangest thing I have ever been asked to do. We had in front of us a small, what looked like an electric car racing track in a figure of eight shape. We were given a meat sausage that we had to place on the track and if it completed the circuit we knew all was ok but we had to make sure that the sausage had the right name also. I remember saying in the dream, ‘make sure its name is Rycal’. We were glad to discover its name was Rycal and we watched it complete the circuit. Then we were able to watch the movie.
My latest dream caused me to laugh. As I awoke (to visit the toilet) in the middle of the night I found myself giggling at a remark my sister had said about me in the dream. She was explaining the reason for my odd behaviour to some people and said to them that I was ‘past my sell by date’. From what I remember about this dream I was in my old infant school playing yard and it was pouring with rain. I was an adult in my dream and I was running alongside a wall where it was more sheltered from the driving rain making my way to the covered area at the end of the yard. As I approached this area and entered beneath it, it changed to what looked like an industrial building site near its completion and there was evidence of building materials lying about. I was making my way to the engineers rest rooms which turned out to be the ones I’d used in my previous employment. I made my way to where my desk and chair would have been but found the room had been altered and other furniture had been installed. I turned to go to the toilet and was met by my sister who was dressed in overalls and apparently doing an engineer’s job there. As I spoke with her and pleaded my case regarding my position with the company she came out with the remark to explain my odd behaviour to those around me, my old work colleagues, that ‘I was past my sell by date’. I woke up laughing and went to the toilet.
This night I had an unusual dream, well unusual for me. I was having a lesbian experience. I was madly in love with this beautiful girl and we were in bed together. As we lay there embracing and kissing as she turned and said, ‘You nightie needs washing’! Evidently the neck was looking a bit grubby but then she said not to worry and that her own garment had been worn for five consecutive nights. We kissed some more and fondled. That is unfortunately all I can remember of the dream. I don’t think I have lesbian tendencies but who knows? Maybe I have.
Last night I dreamt I was living in a former house. In the small front room of the house two workmen were busy constructing a pumping system and had just finished installing two underground pipes which surfaced in a plinth in the middle of the room. I queried the operation and made it known that I was a plumber (I’m not). They repeatedly asked me if I wanted the project to end. The pump was supposedly needed for the supply of water to the rest of the houses in the street. I thought much about what I should do then decided that there was no reason the pump should not be installed outside even if it meant the loss of my lawn. Reluctantly the pipes inside my room were dismantled. I woke up.
In this dream I was riding a horse alongside Clint Eastwood in what appeared to be open country but covered in 12 feet of snow. The tree tops were only just visible. Don’t ask how the horses managed that! However it wasn’t really open country, it was the playing yard of an old school I used to attend when young. Beneath the snow was a railway track but only I seemed to know that. I had murdered somebody and had left them on this railway track. I was hoping that nobody would discover the body. As we rode along we came across George Clooney who was a detective and he was questioning everybody he met. He looked at me and started to walk over but I rode away so that he couldn’t ask about the murder. I wasn’t sure that he knew anything but I became anxious. It was then I woke up.
I had this dream about crowds of people in my house. In the house I lived with my parents unusual things were happening. In the first place, in my dream, the house belonged to my wife and myself. We were in the house with hundreds of other people and were packed in like sardines in a can. I was trying to communicate with some of them but they were all deaf to my voice. I struggled to move about but found it very difficult to get far. Some of the people in there were family members and others were known to me as friends and acquaintances. Although I was inside the house I could see what was happening as an outsider looking in. I cannot remember what I was trying to say to my ‘guests’ but none of them took any notice of me. They were too busy trying to move themselves.
In this dream I was in a very strange place. I wasn’t sure if it was set in the plantroom of a large building or if it was set on board a large ship. Either way the place was full of little steel stairways, ducts and decking suited to those environments. I was dressed in my light summer clothes as if I was on a ship and enjoying the experience. I remember approaching a small steel stair and was about to climb up it when I noticed a girl above carrying a large vessel filled with soup or other liquid. She was somebody I knew years ago who worked for a company who had retail outlets selling cakes and pies. I had worked in the same shop that she had. For a moment I thought my surroundings were of that place but realised they were not. I was desperately trying to find the ladies’ toilet but waited for the girl to descend the stair before dashing up them myself. When I reached the top I turned left and found myself facing a door, the type you get on a vessel of war with a wheel to lock it. I turned right and was about to enter the gents toilet when somebody shouted to me to let me know. I did an about turn and dashed along a gangway to another door marked ‘Ladies’. It was the same type of door you would find on a large industrial steel container. I lifted the lever and pulled with all my strength as the door opened slowly. Inside was dimly lit and at the far end of the ‘room’ was a toilet. I found myself sitting there when another woman appeared in front of me. I hung a coat on the ceiling to form a screen between us. Just then another woman came through a side door to use the facilities too. It was the same door I had originally encountered when I climbed the stairs. I was desperate to leave that place and that is when I awoke to go to the toilet!
In my next dream I was at work as an electrician, no surprises there. I had an apprentice working with me who was very efficient and knew the job very well. Sometimes during the dream the apprentice was me and at other times the apprentice appeared to be my youngest son. I say appeared to be because in the dream I was never sure. We were involved in installing a circuit in a house. In one room I entered was a bed which almost occupied the whole space. On the bed lay a man and a woman, both partly dressed. They were watching a huge television screen on the wall to my right as I entered. From the same area was an electric cable, the sort that constitutes part of the electrical wiring in a house. It ran across the bed and over the man lying there. For some reason he would not let me touch the cable. Next I found myself standing on what appeared to be a front door step. Behind me was the door but in front of me was a drop of eight feet to the ground below. My apprentice was holding a cable that was protruding from beneath the step to my left. He was asking for help. Immediately I found myself next to him and inspecting the cable. He said that the insulation was perishing but that it looked like a crocodile! I moved to the front of the step and reached underneath to discover what I thought was the cable. It seemed large and was heavily painted. The paint had set solid and I gently prized it free. To my amazement it came alive and looked like a cross between a squirrel and a stoat. It was so happy to be set free it jumped about my hand and remained there. I discovered I had a cable in my hand which I passed through to the apprentice supplying him with the extra length he needed to complete what he had been doing. The dream ended here.
In this dream I was back working as a visitor in my old place of work. I had been given the task of troubleshooting a rather complicated fire alarm system which I knew nothing about. It seemed as though I was given the job because they thought I could do it but the more I tried to figure out the circuit boards the less I was able to resolve the problem. I asked my colleague for help but he mumbled something to me and I was no wiser. I knew I had to complete the task but found it more difficult as time passed by. Try as I may I could not solve the problem. No-one I asked was interested in my predicament even though they knew the importance of the task given me. I began to get desperate and tried harder but to no avail. I was frustrated and worried that the job would never get done. I woke up.
In this dream I was searching for a female toilet because I needed to change my clothes for some apparent reason. I don’t know what that reason was. At one moment I was on board a ferry steamer and in the next moment I was in what seemed like a huge hall where people were sitting drinking or shopping among the stalls that dotted the area. I was directed to a toilet that was at the end of an annex to the main hall but was told by my companion that it was not a suitable place for two reasons. One, it was a male toilet and two, it wasn’t very private. I have no idea who my companion was. Nevertheless I entered the toilet and again my companion advised me against using it. Inside, I began to change my clothes and put on a full length summer dress. The dress was of poor quality and was torn in places. Next I found myself in a cafe within the same hall but there seemed to be few people in there. I was approached by a younger man who proceeded to kiss me and fondle me. He reached down to my vagina and began to caress me there. Before long he began to penetrate me with his penis and I pushed him away. I told him I wasn’t interested in sex and I felt annoyed that he had gotten as far as he did. I managed to leave the cafe. I woke.
I was walking down the main street in my home town. I was in summer clothes but I was browsing the shop windows and looking at the Christmas paraphernalia. It was December! I sneaked into a store and found myself wanting to buy cigarettes but shot out of the door when I came to my senses. Behind the main street shops was another street although what I saw there was scaffolding or what appeared to be scaffolding, it was actually traywork on which electrical cables are fixed in industrial applications. High up this traywork were a group of people pulling along a large amount of new cables, sorting them out and fixing them to the tray. They were all young women and were being supervised by someone I knew some years ago but who had died earlier this year. In life he hadn’t been an electrician. I climbed up the traywork to see what the job was all about but when I arrived at the top I found myself on a very high wall. I was stranded on top of this wall and had no way of getting down. there was an opening in another wall close by but it was well out of reach. I leaned over and found the wall I was on beginning to bend! It was a brick wall and it consequently began to break up. Just as it gave way completely I managed to clamber through the opening of the adjacent wall. I woke up.
Being an electrician I sometimes have dreams about electrical things. In this dream I had the task of installing a cable that would reach into another room in this large house. The cable was of a fixed length so I needed to plan the route carefully. The chosen path however left me unable to drill through the final wall beneath the floor to reach my destination because the wall was far too thick for any length of drill bit. There was however an alternative route which meant pushing the cable through an existing conduit which ran almost exactly to where I needed the cable to be, however it was disjointed and there appeared to be a circuit already inside it. My sister and I, (don’t ask) decided to investigate anyway but during this time the dream was broken so I have no idea if we were successful in accomplishing the task. Whilst looking around the site I discovered a small fish pond which had been completely frozen over. Beneath the ice were two ginger tabby cats scratching away in an effort to escape from drowning. I wondered how they had gotten stuck beneath the ice. I dashed back to the house and asked my sister for something to break the ice and she handed me a piece of the electrical conduit that we had discovered beneath the floor. I dashed back to the pond thinking the cats would be dead but nevertheless I smashed my way through the ice and both cats climbed out seemingly unharmed but covered in their own blood as they had been scratching each other in the process. I awoke.
Two small dreams this night. The first was very strange. It involved my eldest sister. I was looking out of the bay-window of my house (I do have a bay-window) and there below the window was my sister curled up like a dog in what looked like a large basket. In fact it wasn’t a basket at all but scraped out soil lined with grass and leaves, much like a bird’s nest. Somehow I was reaching out to her through the glass and pleading with her to come inside. I tried to enlist the help of my youngest son who was with me at the time but she wasn’t having any of it and stayed where she was. At this point I awoke to visit the toilet. The second dream was one of those ‘being chased’ ones. I was riding a bicycle down this dirt-track between two old houses when I stopped suddenly. There in front of me, about fifty metres away was, what I thought, a car. However this car seemed very strange indeed. It looked transparent but solid at the same time. It had no windows and was uniform in colour. I could see no driver or passenger inside, in fact I couldn’t see inside. It was pointed in my direction. It looked menacing and I was quite afraid. Its two front doors opened but nobody emerged. I was expecting someone to come out and chase me so I turned and rode away. I got but a couple of metres when the car re-appeared in front of me again and threatened me in the same way as before. I again turned but this time I abandoned the bicycle and simply ran down the track in the original direction I was riding before. The track turned to the left and it seemed as though it ran behind old brick buildings but in fact I could not see any structure on the right hand side of the track. There was a two metre high brick wall on the left which had openings in it. I turned to see if the car was following me and although I could hear it I couldn’t see it. I thought I would dash into one of the wall openings but changed my mind and continued running at a fast pace down the track into the distance. The track was undulating and filled with pot-holes and as I ran its length it began to get darker all around, not because it was nighttime but it just got darker. The further I ran forward the darker it got, like it gets when going into a thickly wooded forest but more so. Eventually it got so dark it was as black as pitch and I couldn’t see a thing. I stopped running and turned to my right to see a small bright dot on the horizon just like the opening of a very long tunnel which gets larger as you approach. It was very far away but the light shining into it formed a long cone-shaped beam which shone into the darkness without illuminating anything. Before I could make up my mind as to whether I should make for that source of light I was again awakened by the need to visit the toilet. I had no further dreams that night or if I did I cannot remember them.
My dream this night went something like this……I was in my bedroom, I think I was in my nightie and was either getting into bed or just getting out when two women came into the room and inspected the bed. They were wearing outdoor clothing. I knew the women but couldn’t remember their names or where I had seen them before. There was a baby involved and I think it was mine. One of my sons and I, I think it was the youngest son, were involved with some task but we had to hide what we were doing from other people. I am not sure why or even remember what we were supposed to be doing. All I can remember is that it had something to do with the baby and these two women were not supposed to know. I did remember that the baby had wet itself and needed a change of nappy (Daiper) but I had to get out of the room. That is the end of the story! Although it was a short dream it seemed to last far longer when I was dreaming it but then I suppose that is true for all dreams.
These events were not dreams. Sitting alone quietly in a lounge at home one day just reading when I heard the noise of what seemed to be someone walking about upstairs startled me. I was a little apprehensive but went to investigate anyway. I found no-one there and nothing out of the ordinary. On another occasion I was sitting in the room we call the family room but essentially it is the room in which we eat our meals. The door leading to the hallway to my right was open so I could see the stairway side-on. The television was on whilst I was eating my lunch and I noticed movement in my peripheral vision on my right and thought I saw a black shadow moving up the stairway. On turning my head to the right there was nothing there. I live in an old house that does sometimes make noises when the central heating is on otherwise it is completely silent. The day I heard movement upstairs was at a time when the heating was off as it was summer and as for the shadow, well it would be impossible for a shadow to move up the stair wall unless there was a strong light source and an object that was moving, neither of which are possible in our hallway.
This dream like all dreams seemed to last a long time but in reality it was very short in length. What happens, in my mind at least, for the rest of the night I have no idea. The story took place inside my house but in my dream it did not resemble the house at all. The rooms were larger but without any defined dimensions. Now I live in a large house with quite large rooms so these rooms seemed enormous in my dream. On the ground floor was a couple of shops and a small area in front of them which led to a wide stairway on which people were ascending and descending. I found myself on this stairway jostling and being pushed about as I tried to climb its steps, which I eventually did manage. Throughout the dream I was wrestling with the behaviour of all the young people who were moving about the place. On the first floor was my youngest son. He was running the vacuum cleaner over the carpets on the huge landing and into what I assumed was his room. He looked about ten years old (he is presently 26) and his actions were completely out of character for him as he was at that age. I got caught up with the electrical lead to the cleaner and struggled to get free but he was unmoved and carried on regardless. I finally reached the top floor and went into what used to be a bedroom for me which was filled with all my possessions and was always kept locked. Despite that, the room was empty of furniture or anything else but there were a few youths, my eldest son’s friends, milling about around the old sash window which had been broken. It was hanging by a screw and fell to the floor. The youths were throwing small balls at the opening that was left and as I peered out they continued to pelt me with the balls. They went down a stairway which went to the ground outside the house but it all seemed as though it was inside the house. This window and another on a lower floor had been (in the dream) the only two windows that had not been replaced when the house had been refurbished the previous year and all the other windows had been replaced. I decided to withdraw the money to have them both replaced but the amount I needed to spend was enormous. I used a different supplier but the price was still high. The dream ended there when I woke to go to the toilet.
For some unknown reason the girl was running across the yard and there were some people chasing after her. My son called to me and we set about following her. At the other end of the vast yard was what looked like a window but there did not appear to be a building! Inside, that is on the other side of the window was an old man who appeared to be a carpenter of some sort. The girl, who was in fact my sister had disappeared through this window and I was about to follow behind her. Somehow I managed to climb through at high-speed but did not catch up with her. I did not see her after that. I looked around inside what now appeared to be a small room which had been filled with all kinds of cardboard boxesand other items. I could see no way out other than the window through which I had entered. I woke up.
I used to live in the heart of Liverpool in a ‘prefab’ or a prefabricated single-storey house. That house has long since been demolished and the street on which it stood has changed beyond all recognition. A ‘boilerhouse’ for the Royal hospital now stands on the same site. I have fond memories of the days I lived there as a child but not all of my memories of those days are nice. I had a dream recently which was based around the prefab. In the spot where that house was there were three houses and ours was the middle one. A small street separated our small group from many more prefabs and the main road itself had more on the opposite side to ours. In my dream however there were only two houses, the one I lived in and one of the others, the one to the right of ours looking from the main road. The houses in the dream were not as they actually were, in fact they were under construction but were being built of concrete blocks and bore no resemblance to the real thing. In my dream many people were being shown around the building project as if they were the most important buildings ever to be built-in the area. Everyone was wearing hard hats as they were escorted around. I was still a child in the dream but at times it seemed as if I had fully grown into who I am now. I had feelings of pride as I saw how the people were enjoying the experience but I was more intent on playing with the other children and my mind kept drifting between womanhood and childhood. Somehow the building project seemed to be something to look forward to and represented good times ahead. It was at this point I awoke.
Desperate for the toilet I searched around what seemed like familiar places from my past. I found a row of cubicles in the ladies room but couldn’t find one that I could use until I reached the last one. It had two doors. The outer door was half glass and half wood which slided to open or close. behind that door was a conventional door on hinges. I got inside and sat down but after a minute water seemed to gush from beneath me and flood the compartment filling my handbag which was on a raised part of the floor. Desperately I reached out to the bag and tried to empty it of the water. Just as I did I heard two men outside who were preparing to work in the toilet area. They were in the process of fitting wall tiles on the bare cemented surfaces and had drawn a datum line from which to start. I found myself now outside of the cubicle and talking to them. I explained that they were in the ladies toilet but it fell on deaf ears. I then found myself telling them how to do the job as if I was a colleague. Surprisingly they fully accepted what I was saying.
Usually when dreaming about toilets I want to visit one and wake up but this time I just woke up and drifted off to sleep again.
My children were about seven and four years of age in this dream and it was my duty to take them out for the day. I remember urging them to hurry along as it was raining and the ground was very slippery under foot. We found ourselves in a huge building but could see only one wall with a stairway supposedly leading into it. The wall was enormous in height and the stairs very steep and rickety as they were made of wood. The wood however appeared to be of the lowest quality and as we climbed the stairs it began to move. When we reached the top there was no doorway and I had to force my way through the wall itself! It seemed to be made with a wooden frame covered in plasterboard. When I got through it I discovered that my children had somehow already got in before me and were running about in a passageway across from where I was. In an instant I was with them and we managed to get out of the building. At this point it seemed to be only me walking through the muddy street again and yet I was in a large shiny silver coloured open car like those big Cadillacs they have in the USA. I saw two small cars sliding out of control toward my car and I thought there was going to be an accident but somehow they managed to miss me. Then I wasn’t in the car but on foot again. I approached a road junction that was controlled by traffic lights and there was a female police officer who looked like a cross between an American police officer and a British community support officer standing in the centre of the road. The rain was coming down hard and she was beckoning me to join her in the middle of the road. I just wanted to find my children having realised they weren’t with me and get out of the rain but she insisted and took no notice of my objections to join her. I felt I had to obey her instructions as she was a police officer. It turned out that all she wanted to do was give me a telling off for losing my children. I spent the next few minutes going out of my mind trying to locate my children and then found myself in another very large room. I only recall seeing the one wall in this building too but this time it was an internal wall. Part-way up the wall were two small boys of around three and four years of age sitting on a ledge and playing with some wiring that was for wall lighting. Both children were playing with live wires and in an instant were being electrocuted before my eyes. Panic set in as there seemed no way I could reach them. I was shouting for help but got no response and all the time I could see the children shaking violently as the current surged through their little bodies. I had to do something and then I found a plastic garden chair which might give me the chance to reach them. I placed it beneath the ledge and struggled to reach the children. I finally managed to push one of them free and I assumed someone would catch him whilst I reached out to the other child. I couldn’t reach him but I managed to pull the wiring and he let go. At this point the dream ended.
I remember trying to walk down a corridor which connects the computer rooms to the rear exit of the building but was being held back by a strange incident. A man who appeared to be mentally disturbed was lying down sideways on a trolley of some sort so that he almost blocked the corridor. He was staring at the walls and the doors along its length and waving a finger at them whilst mumbling incoherently at them. He was being pulled along by a man with another man pushing behind. Every so often they would get stuck in the corridor as the feet of the man on the trolley touched the opposite wall causing the trolley to stop abruptly. I was keen to get out of the building but was frustrated by what was going on. Eventually I made it outside and I made my way through the car park and along the internal road. Someone was riding a big pale-coloured horse, a sort of mustard colour which I thought rather strange. Although I cannot remember the name of the rider or their gender it appeared I knew them very well. Other horses were being ridden along the road too but I couldn’t make out who the riders were. They were riding slowly but the pale horse was being ridden at a gallop up and down the road. A couple of police vehicles were parked on the road and I saw two policemen talking with someone whose identity I couldn’t determine. They turned to look at the pale horse but seemed not bothered by the speed at which it was being ridden. Suddenly I found myself running through the computer room and into the plant room and over the perimeter fence seemingly trying to escape from my former work colleague who finally overtook me and showed me something that he had in his hand. It was stalks of green rhubarb! Eh? Yes, green rhubarb which had been cut in some special way and he was keen to show me. Now the dream could have turned out even more intriguing but for the fact that I woke up!
Recently I have been dreaming much more than I have ever done as you will have noticed. Last night (Sunday/Monday) was no exception. My first recollection saw me out running in an unfamiliar district on very undulating roads. I think I was in a different town but still seemed to know where I was going. As I turned down one particular road I could see some activity ahead. Two men had slipped from beneath a wooden fence and had run over to another who sat straddled across a huge trunk of a fallen tree. Actually when I looked more closely it was now a huge log but with the small stub remains of branches. I shouted something in their direction and they stopped whatever they had been doing to pass me compliments as I ran by. Two other men appeared from over the fence to join them in their praises. I carried on running and came to a building which seemed to be a factory of some sort. I was desperate to use the toilet (no, I didn’t wake at that point…LOL) so I ventured inside and was met by a middle-aged woman who I’m sure I knew but couldn’t place her or remember her name. She pointed to the toilet and said there was no problem in my using it. She did point out that there was an interconnecting door which led to a lounge and that anyone might walk in at any time. I went inside and sat down. I was almost finished when a middle-aged man walked in. On seeing me he apologised but mentioned something about getting a bolt fitted to the door to prevent others walking in when someone was using the toilet. I washed my hands and continued with my run. I was nearly home as the ‘factory’ was situated at the end of the road in which I live. There isn’t a factory at the end of my road by the way so I cannot imagine why in my dream there was one! As I ran toward home I suddenly found myself in another road which I remember as being situated in Liverpool, about twenty miles from where I live now! Why I was there is anybody’s guess. This road is a busy road full of shops and usually full with people but now it was night and there was nobody about. On reflection I wonder why in the first part of my dream it was early morning and full daylight but now it was night-time and totally dark. Strange goings on in my dreams to be sure! I woke up and off I went to the little girl’s room!
I dream quite a lot but never seem to remember the dreams after a couple of seconds. On two consecutive mornings recently however I was able to recall them. The first dream, which incidentally really only lasted a minute or two as they all do, was set in a council housing estate. I am not sure the reason I was there but it might have been something to do with my job. I found myself wandering around looking for something, some place or some person. Two women approached me, one seemingly the mother of the other but I couldn’t be sure. Now this might seem strange but I was wearing my nightdress (yes, I do wear a nightdress) when suddenly I found myself lying on a bank of grass which seemed to be prevalent in the estate. The older woman was peering down my dress and remarked, ‘You need to change it because the neckline is dirty’! Just then the younger woman began to look but she was more interested in my face, specifically my mouth and before I knew it was pressing her lips to mine. The older woman joined in with this sexual intrusion. I was struggling to free myself from their advances until I finally succeeded. I woke up wondering what it all meant.
In my second dream the following night, I was on a train in England travelling somewhere but I know not where. I remember pulling into a platform and watching through the window people coming and going. I remained on board and soon we were in open countryside but the scenery was no longer that of the English countryside. Mountains towered each side of the track and before I knew it we got lost, unable to turn back. No-one seemed to know why we couldn’t reverse and neither did they know where we were supposed to be going. I knew the people travelling with me but couldn’t remember their names. I wanted to get off the train and desperately looked for a door, fighting my way through the coach. As I stepped outside I woke up.
Flying in a helicopter over the sea I found myself in the arena of a helicopter battle. I saw one helicopter shot down and in the distance others flying about shooting at each other. I saw a helicopter in front of me hiding in a flock of seagulls and yet appearing to be a large bird itself, something like an albatross. A perfect disguise I thought. I wondered if the helicopter I was in had taken on the same disguise. In an instant I found myself on solid ground and inside what appeared to be reminiscent of my last place of employment before I started working for myself. I was in a corridor, although I couldn’t be certain of that as I could only see what was on my right-hand side. It was a long corridor that was half wooden and half glass, that is wood up to waist height and glass to the ceiling. It had sliding panes behind which a crowded office was situated and yet the office didn’t seem to be that large. A girl opened a sliding pane and spoke with me. I seemed to know her. She gave me a pile of documents to bring back into the office but I can’t think why. A pointless exercise you might say but it must have meant something. I carried the documents back to the door along the corridor leading to an open space. I found it difficult trying to open the door and yet it was simplicity itself. The strange thing was that I was in the office when the girl gave me a sheet of paper explaining how to open the door. I was now outside of the office again showing others just how easy it was to open the corridor door, a simple catch was all it needed to release the lock. I was again in the office and found myself crunching the sheet of paper and throwing into the bin. The girl watched me and said, ‘You didn’t need it then’? I was still carrying the documents when I found myself following the foreman of the department in which I first worked. We scrambled through the office and found ourselves in open country something like sand-dunes but just covered with ordinary grass. I was now alone. I put the documents down and found I was helping myself to some of the numerous tablets on a long wall and placing them into a box. For some reason it appeared to be a dental practice and the dentist who saw me made no objection to what I was doing. In fact she was showing me the best tablets to select. I turned to go somewhere else and found myself speaking to an old acquaintance from a place I worked many years ago. He was also filling a box with tablets. Throughout the dream I found the areas on my right-hand-side were open country and all those on my left were where the action of my dream was centred.
Trains, deserts, cows, children, fuel stations, passengers and electrical problems all figured in a dream I had last night. Out of those things only one could I attribute to have had a possible influence as I had been watching a quiz program on television earlier in the evening in which there was a question about cows. I have not been engaged with any of the others recently. I can only remember parts of the dream for I believe there was more of it which has slipped from my memory. I was out in the desert somewhere in the USA, a typical scene with cacti and brushwood and was evidently doing an electrical job of some sort but have no idea what it was. All I do remember is that I had a cable in my hand and was talking to a couple of children, one of whom I seem to remember was helping me. I looked up and saw a small herd of cows nearby and almost immediately had transported themselves onto what looked like the canopy roof you see over fuel filling stations but it was small in dimensions even though there were many cows. At first I wondered how they had managed to get up there and even why they had done so but then I saw a train coach beneath the canopy and assumed they had used that to get up there. Then I wondered how they could jump from the ground onto the train realising there was no ramp to be seen yet I believed there to be one. How they then managed to climb on to the canopy intrigued me but there wasn’t that much space between the two. The top of the canopy was covered with a misty or cloudy atmosphere which seemed to swallow up the cows. Some of the train’s passengers had witnessed the scene but appeared unmoved by it. They boarded the coach and the train pulled slowly away. I was left standing beneath the canopy in the middle of the desert next to the railway track which disappeared into the distance devoid now of any train.
I don’t know why I was in Liverpool but one evening I was out with friends there. I cannot remember who they were. The strange thing about this dream is that I was only wearing a bath robe throughout. We were in the heart of the city and I was encouraged to shower and in an old cast iron Victorian bath not unlike the picture above that had a shower hose attached to an upright pole at one end of the bath. I am not sure why I was encouraged to bathe but I assumed my friends wanted me to get dressed and join them, even though I was already with them! The bath itself was located in a dingy old unlit building. I was frightened of being exposed but the room was dark and nobody seemed to be there so I started to take a shower. I heard voices and discovered to my horror that there were in fact other people in the room and I reached for my robe to cover my nakedness and climbed out of the bath. The proprietor of the establishment who for some unknown reason I knew insisted I get back in the bath and continue bathing. By now the room was dimly lit and there were people sitting at the bar behind which the bath was located. I was in a sushi-bar! I couldn’t understand why the bath was there and I couldn’t refuse to bathe because of a promise I had made but something I couldn’t remember. I would be in trouble if I declined. When I got back into the bath I saw that it had been lined with a light blue coloured blanket of double or triple layers and there were three people each fully clothed sitting in it. One was a rather large woman who took up much of the space. They were all gawping at me whilst I continued to bathe and all seemed interested in my vagina but only in the context of knowing my gender. I suddenly found myself at the other end of the room looking for my clothes. Evidently I had left them there on a previous visit the week before! There were some lockers standing next to an emergency exit door, the type with a panic bar fitted to enable a quick exit. I took out a bunch of keys I had and taking the first key I opened the top locker. I remember at the time thinking how strange it was that I had the keys and how strange that I managed to select a key which would open the door immediately at first attempt. I looked inside to see a couple of broken clothes hangers that had row upon row of woolen socks on them and what looked like someone’s shirt. Just as I was looking at them and wondering where my own clothes were the proprietor appeared beside me and told me that I’d left my clothes behind a row of chairs in a couple of plastic bags on the floor against the skirting board. I placed the hangers back in the locker and turned around to discover a large crowd of men standing by the exit door seemingly waiting to go to a football match. They seemed oblivious to my presence and the fact that I was almost naked. I decided to look behind the chairs that were standing along another wall but couldn’t find my clothes. When I turned to look at the exit door I saw that it was now open and all the men were outside but they were not in a hurry to move away from the building. There had been a row of chairs against the wall behind where the men had been standing and it was there that I found my clothes. They had been there all week and nobody had touched them. This also struck me as being very unusual. I found myself outside of the building, whether dressed or not I can’t remember and I was looking toward it. I could make out the name written above the large windows indicating that it was indeed a sushi-bar and there were lights now lit inside but everything was nevertheless still dim. I woke up.
I don’t remember too much about this dream as I imagined it was much longer than I can recall but I remember my mother was in it and she was living with E, myself and the children in our present home. My mother died in 1997 and my father in 1999. He wasn’t in my dream, just my mother. I remember discovering one of our downstairs double-glazed windows had been smashed and there was a star-like hole in its lower left corner which only appeared to be in the outer of the two panes of glass. There was an internal door that had been pulled off one of its hinges. The house itself didn’t look like the one we are living in, though it was located in what I first thought was the same location yet the street was a little unfamiliar and it seemed to be larger and higher from ground level. There were metal railings just as our real house but I couldn’t see any walls beneath them. There was a very large car park at the front, more suited to a commercial building and there were several cars parked there. In my dream I had a large black saloon car of unknown make and I had just parked it. Whilst I was examining the damaged window I noticed that my car wasn’t to be seen. Somebody had stolen it. When I tried to tell those in the house they seemed disinterested. I wondered why I had a car because I own a van. In some of my earlier dreams this van had been stolen on several occasions. Fitting more security made no difference, it still got stolen. I ran outside to look for the car and that is when I noticed that I didn’t recognise the street. I searched up and down the road not knowing whether I was looking for the car, the thief or the vandals who had broken the glass but I did notice some youths lurking about and I reported them but couldn’t remember to whom. To the right of the house was a large open-fronted garage and somebody was working in it. Where I was standing in the street there were two large gate posts and the one on the right appeared to be made of bright steel but it was damaged. I went into the house again this time noticing that it wasn’t furnished and neither were there floor coverings of any kind. I found myself in the cellars looking at some beams under the high ceilings. That was the end of the dream.
Two dreams in one last night. The first part I remember involved many people being massacred. I was standing on the raised, granite-chipped stretch of land which passed for a railway platform in what looked like one of those frontier towns of the US you see pictured in movies. No doubt there are still plenty like it surviving today. I couldn’t see the buildings to my rear as I stood alongside the tracks but over to my right on the other side of the track stood a couple of brick and wooden structures which looked like stores. Directly in front of me on the opposite side of the tracks the ground sloped away to a metal fence which appeared to encircle everything in my dream. There was no way out of the area as far as I could tell. To the left of this section of sloping ground and alongside the tracks was a concreted area surrounded by a concrete wall, small in height with little alcoves here and there along its length. The area looked empty except for one who stood inside the first alcove and who appeared to be monitoring who was entering. He was dressed as a cowboy and was wearing a gun belt. I looked to the right again and there was an approaching train but the train looked modern and out-of-place. For some reason I found myself running down the slope to the metal fence realising there was no escape for I felt that my life was in grave danger if I stayed alongside the tracks. When I discovered there was no way out I made my way back and in a flash found myself running into the concreted area. The man standing there was about to draw his gun from the holster at which point I found myself again down the section of sloping ground looking back at the train that had now reached where I had been standing. The train continued to move very slowly as if making sure I could see the passengers inside. What I did see horrified me. Each of the windows showed the carriages were full of people crammed together, so much so that all I could really see was their heads, their bloody heads! They had each been shot to death, their faces covered with blood and their eyes open wide. I panicked as I watched the train move slowly on. I woke up at this point but remembered another short dream which seemed to run concurrent with the first one though not in any way associated with it, a dream within a dream if you will and one I have not experienced before. I had charge of a couple of golden retriever dogs on a leash and was out walking with them. Someone approached me and threatened to shoot the animals. I found I couldn’t prevent that from happening and he duly shot them. I had no idea why he had done so and I was left feeling helpless and sad that he had.
I woke up in the middle of the night a few days ago. I was laughing uncontrollably at something that had happened in my dream. Sometimes when I laugh it lasts for a very long time, especially if, as the saying goes, ‘That tickled you didn’t it’? There’s no real accounting what makes anybody finding something funny and laughable, because we are all different. What amused me that night was something I wouldn’t necessarily consider all that funny in my waking hours. In the dream I was with my eldest sister C and we were roaming the streets somewhere but I am not sure where. In my hand was a large crossword puzzle and we seemed to be looking for a street name which would fit as a word in the crossword. The next thing I remember was being with E and the pair of us were laughing about a word I had been attempting to squeeze into the puzzle. The word wasn’t even a street name but it was the word ‘Lancashire’ as applied to Lancashire cheese. I have to point out here that Lancashire cheese is the only one E will eat! I was trying to stretch the word so it would fit in the puzzle. Why I should be doing that is beyond me but E thought it so funny and the pair of us started to laugh till it hurt. At this point I woke from the dream and continued to laugh very heartily for around five minutes before nodding back to sleep. I woke again just prior to the alarm going off at 6.30.
As I have been working rather hard at home lately you would think that I would have no problem getting to sleep but you would be wrong, although I go to bed very tired I don’t always nod off as quickly as I would like. This night however was different, I fell asleep almost before my head had reached the pillow! Now I don’t tend to sleep for long before I am awake again and I had been asleep for a mere two hours this night when I awoke to visit the toilet. I’d had a vivid dream and didn’t want to forget it so I took the pen and paper I keep by my bedside to the toilet with me. There I sat for a few minutes writing down what I had dreamt. Returning to my bedroom I went back to sleep quite easily and rose again at a more respectable hour in the morning. Later I picked up my bedside notes and remembered the dream.
There had been a raging fire in the woods and everywhere was thick smoke, the sort you get when attempting to burn green foliage. Members of my immediate family were there with me and it appears we had all been having a picnic there. I can only remember two of my party, my eldest son, S and his wife, L though others were there too. Each of us arose immediately we saw the danger and scrambled for safety. The next thing I remember was standing on what appeared to be the outside of a house window looking into it and seeing the fire. The fire was in the woods but inside the house too! I closed the window and trapped the curtains (drapes) in the window deliberately to keep out the smoke and I saw my son racing to the window so I opened it again. At this point I had no idea if or how the others escaped the fire.
The next bit of my dream consisted partly of one of my recurring dreams. I have a couple of dreams which recur every once in a while. This part of the dream saw me running as in a race along a familiar route between my old place of work and the small town in which I used to live but this time it began much further away in Liverpool and from the road in which I lived when I was young. A double-deck bus was leaving Liverpool and heading to Freshfield some twenty miles away. In the dream I was still living in Freshfield (Formby) and the fire was in some woodland through which the road passed. I could run very fast in my dream and it was my intention to stay ahead of the bus on the twenty-mile route, which to my amazement I did. As I turned into the road which led through the woods all I could see was dense smoke and a line of horse-drawn carriages and waggons accompanied by people dressed in period costume, that of the sixteenth century, slowly making their way toward the woods!
In the next moment I found myself in my old place of employment. I was an engineer there and had normal access throughout the buildings for maintenance duties but as I was in tee-shirt and shorts I wasn’t in possession of my security pass-card. As I approached the main computer centre in the building my way was blocked by a man who was standing guard to make sure only those with passes could enter. I bluffed my way through explaining that I was one of the engineers and needed to get to the main plant-room with some urgency. I passed through the main computer hall and on the way was met by someone I seemed to know but couldn’t remember their name. He had seen my predicament in not having my pass and he befriended me, escorting me through the door to the plant-room. When we got inside we were confronted with a new fire-control panel which was covered in pictures. These pictures it seems were there as clues to how the panel worked but I didn’t have the necessary paperwork to de-cypher them. My friend immediately printed out a copy of the paperwork for my use just as a security guard entered the room. Fortunately our little plot had him accepting us as legitimate persons on duty, even though I was still wearing a tee-shirt and shorts!
Suddenly my friend and I were eating an ice-cream and as we turned away from the panel we found ourselves in a sweet shop (candy store) and there were people inside who were wearing candy hats! I began to worry about my handbag (purse) as I had left it in the woods when running away from the fire and I wondered if my daughter-in-law, L, had found it. Sure enough it seems she had but wasn’t sure whose bag it was so she looked inside. There she found my purse (wallet) with my identity cards and knew then it was mine. She explained this to me later when we met. That was the end of my dream.
I’ve dreamed some really peculiar things in my life but I seem to be dreaming far more of them lately. There doesn’t appear to be any connection with my real life that I can think of which makes them even more strange. I had two dreams on different nights which ran along a similar vein. In my dream a few nights ago I was dressed in what I can only describe as being a space suit. Why I was wearing such a thing is beyond me and even in my dream I was perplexed. I was being pursued by some policemen and found that I couldn’t run away from them as fast as I would have liked, though I had no idea why they were chasing after me in the first place! As far as I could tell I’d done nothing wrong for in my dream I was held as a pillar of society and someone who was incapable of misdemeanor. Well I am an honest and upright citizen in real life too! Eventually they caught up with me but they couldn’t gain access to my person because of the suit. I found myself struggling to escape them and not knowing why for in the end I realized that whilst I was in the suit I was completely safe. At this point I woke up so I have no idea what the outcome of my predicament might have been had I slept on. The second dream a couple of nights later involved the elder of my two younger sisters who, with the aid of someone else was keeping me from being discovered by the police! This other person’s identity I was uncertain of though in the dream I had inclinations that it might have been my eldest son who is in fact a policeman in real life! Why my sister was protecting me and why she thought it necessary I couldn’t figure out. In this dream too I was completely innocent of any wrongdoing. Both dreams were very short in length but as in many dreams they feel as though they are lasting hours. Whilst I wasn’t frightened by either of my dreams I was thankful they were short-lived. They weren’t as nice as many of the dreams I’ve had in the past, most of those I really enjoyed. I wish I knew what the dreams meant, if anything at all but I’m not bothered one way or the other.
- I was rather taken in by the young woman’s beauty as we sat and chatted over a cup of coffee. She wasn’t Irish but she did have that gift of the gab often attributed to Irish folk. She was very persuasive in her words and seemed to take to me as if we were long-lost sisters. I am trying to watch my weight and am very alert when it comes to what gets put into my mouth, avoiding as I do too much, if any, animal fats and things like bread but still I went along with her suggestion that she treat me to something nice. Somehow I trusted her for she seemed a very honest person, the sort you wouldn’t think twice about the possibility that she might not be all that she seemed. I was relaxed, I wasn’t concerned in the least so I followed along with her suggestion. It was a warm and sunny day as we walked along amongst the crowds of people in this foreign town and it was foreign. I knew we were not in England but I couldn’t quite make out just where we were. My friend had an olive complexion, just as they do in Mediterranean countries but she may equally have come from South America, I wasn’t really sure. Eventually we reached our goal, or rather the place she wanted me to visit and we sat down at a small circular table of the type you often see outside cafés and restaurants when it is hot and sunny. There was a red Gingham table-cloth with some condiments upon it. We sat opposite one another. A waiter appeared and said something to my friend but it was in a language I couldn’t understand, then he disappeared returning a couple of minutes later with one huge plate on which sat the biggest beef burger I had ever seen. It was huge with a capital H. It was several layers thick and each layer consisted of beef, cheese and salad. Sauces of unknown variety oozed from the joints and ran down the sides of a whopping soft bun which was covered in Sesame seeds. ‘It is for you’, my friend said. I tried to explain that I couldn’t eat such a thing because it was so unhealthy but I somehow felt threatened if I was to refuse. My friend began to smile but behind her smile I could sense a scheming mind. She had duped me into thinking that I could trust her and I felt such a fool. I didn’t know what to do and panic set into my heart. The waiter was in on the scam too for they both expected me to pay an enormous amount of money for the privilege of their services. All I wanted to do was to get out of there and I became desperate to do so. Just when I thought there was no escape from this terrible situation I woke up. It had all been a dream and I was released from my ordeal.
I found myself wandering about in the halls and corridors of the group of buildings where I used to work. I had the words of a song in my thoughts but I knew my companion wasn’t comfortable with them. She was a girl I know who works in a bar. For the purposes of this story I will call her K. Now K took my hand as we took to the various levels that made up this sprawling establishment and it was as though she was trying to shield me from my youngest sister J who appeared to be someone in authority working on the second floor of the main building. It seemed we had to avoid contact with her at all costs. All I wanted to do was to be able to sing the song without anyone making a fuss but I knew I would be breaking the rules if I sung what I knew to be the correct words. Everyone else it seemed insisted that the words should be shorter. K was desperate that we should keep on moving in case we were caught. Unfortunately on our travels we came across J who began to wield her authority but somehow we managed to escape her onslaught. We found ourselves rapidly descending the stairs of the tallest building in the block and as we went I let go from my nether regions! ‘You stink’, screamed K. ‘No I don’t’, I replied, ‘I can’t help it’. We ran down the stairs and out of the building, partly to escape but also to get some fresh air! I couldn’t understand all the fuss that was being made over the words of a song and for an organisation whose sole existence and purpose was to thwart my attempts sing what I knew was right. I woke up realising it was all a dream!
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.
I was with a group of men rifling a store yet at the same time trying to convince them of their wrongdoing. I was young and carefree but I knew that the place I was in was a den of thieves. I hated myself for being there as I knew I was a Christian and what I seemed to be involved in was totally wrong and against my beliefs. I was busy rifling through the articles on the shelves in front of me standing alongside others doing the same thing. After a very short time I realised that I wasn’t actually stealing anything but simply sorting the shelf items into piles. The items were clothes and I was in a charity shop! Although I now knew I was doing nothing illegal I still felt uneasy because of the company I was with for I believed them not to be Christians and people without any moral standards. I was eager to get out of the place to breathe some fresh air and that wish was granted………I woke up!
(Am I a lesbian?) 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 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.
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.
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 on 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 ans 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. That’s it, another strange dream to go into the archives.
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.
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 mobiles 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.
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.
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.
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 out 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.
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.
I get myself into all sorts of places and situations………..in 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.
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. It 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.