Tired and Emotional (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I arose very early on Tuesday morning and was soon up and about though still remaining a little tired. I have had these feelings for quite some time, tired, listless, drained and not wanting to do anything but sit or lie down. I don’t give in to such thoughts of course, I keep active instead. One of the reasons I awoke was to do something about that tree stump in the front garden which stubbornly refuses any attempt to remove it. After breakfast I donned my overalls and gave it another go but was soon defeated, the saw made only a small amount of progress so I put it away. Attempt number two was a better idea. I took my cordless drill and a wood bit to the stump and drilled several deep holes in it. Next I poured into the holes some herbicide until they were full. Now all I have to do is wait and see if that gets results. Hopefully it will otherwise I will have to think of something else, a chainsaw perhaps? Anyway I returned indoors to chat with E who had just come downstairs for her breakfast. She’d asked what I had been doing so early in the morning and then we chatted about other things. I mentioned a dream I had dreamt but at first I couldn’t remember it’s content. Immediately upon waking I kept the dream in my thoughts in the hope I could write it down later as I usually do. In the dream I was visiting a building site, the house someone was building. On my arrival there I saw a tower of scaffolding standing about seven or eight metres high and I started to climb it in order to reach the person whose house it would become when finished. I thought it was extremely odd that this person, a guy, a colleague from my past was involved with such a project as that sort of work was foreign to him, he just wasn’t capable. His wife was with him and it seemed that she had more knowledge of what to do than he had. Just then the scaffolding fell away from the house, though it no longer appeared to be a house but an open-sided factory of some sort. I fell to the ground surrounded by the scaffold and severely injured. Somehow I managed to dig myself out and was furious with my ex-colleague. I somehow pushed the scaffolding back to its original position and upright as I argued with him. I have no idea where the strength to do that had come from! I then found myself carrying out some work before I woke up rather abruptly. Now what I am about to write you may find as strange as I did, I had blood on my night-clothes. It was fresh blood and was easily washed off (I washed the whole garment later) in the hand basin. I checked my body for evidence of any wounds and could not find anything! What can I say?
I wandered through the streets of dreams,
Of changing scenery,
And I could see in every place
A vision that was me.
It was as if my whole life through
Was there before my eyes,
Yet every part of that long dream
Did take me by surprise.
I wondered if my journey’s end
Would hasten unto me,
For I was being chased around
And wanted to be free.
My legs felt heavy, just like lead
My arms hung by my side,
The monsters now pursuing me
Left me no place to hide.
Yet as I looked into their eyes
I saw a glint of hope,
Until they took a hold of me……….
‘Twas then that I awoke!
Copyright Shirley Anne 9 Feb 04
Joseph Recounting His Dreams (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Maybe you had a dream like that, maybe you have lots of them. Our dreams are trying to tell us something. I had a dream like this at some point before I wrote the poem and at a time when I was experiencing much turmoil in my life. I believe there are two types of dream. The first type is those which arise from our daily experiences, when in our subconscious dreams we attempt to make sense of what happens to us when we are awake. We may have troubles in our lives we find difficult to deal with and they end up giving us restless nights, bad dreams. Sometimes our lives are filled with happy times and we continue living them out in our dreams. The second type of dreams I believe are those in which we receive supernatural messages, messages from God. God says in His Word (Scripture, The Holy Bible) that men (mankind) will have visions and dream dreams. There are many instances of this throughout Scripture. It is one of the ways that God communicates with us. Not everyone will experience the second type of dream or if they do they may not recognise its source but everyone has dreams of the first type whether good or bad. In each case I believe dreams should be taken seriously because we can learn from them. Many of my own dreams or parts of them which I remembered are listed in my pages above. Some are old recurring dreams that change a little each time I experience them but I am never quite sure why I dream them over and over though years apart. Unresolved issues? Reminders? Sometimes we cannot know. Most of my dreams are simply strange and I cannot make head nor tail of them but I don’t worry about it. If I feel however that a message is being communicated I would like to think I will respond. How about you?
A pair of high heeled shoe with 12cm stiletto heels. Category:Shoes (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I cannot remember if I have been dreaming much these past few months for when I awake I cannot recollect any. That might be due to the fact that my sleep has been so deep it has been leaving me fully refreshed in the mornings. That it appears isn’t always the case for I woke up on Sunday morning after a very good night’s sleep and remembering vividly a dream I’d had.
I remember that in this dream I was on a plane heading for New York and travelling alone. On reaching customs I was thankful that they requested, as they normally do, the removal of my shoes for my feet needed a rest from wearing such high heels. However I soon had them on again and on my way into town. Somewhere along the way I decided I needed a coffee so I ended up in what I thought was a cafeteria but it seemed more like a hall you might find in a school or college with a counter at one end. Waves of people were coming and going to the counter. 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.
Have I got shoes like the pair shown? Well, yes, five pairs actually. LOL
Weird Dreams (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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.
…Nothing but a Dream (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I have not written much lately about my dream experiences and I have not written about premonitions before today. I probably have had a few dreams since I last wrote about them but as I couldn’t remember any of them I couldn’t write about them. Even now as I recall a dream I had on Thursday night there isn’t much to report about it. The main point and most vivid recollection of that dream follows. In our house we have what is called ’tilt and turn’ double-glazed windows which enable us to partially open them for ventilation by tilting them inwards at the top. If we want to open the windows wide we have to place the window back in the frame and then by turning the handle the window then hinges at the side and can be opened fully inwards. This makes cleaning them far easier whilst at the same time freeing us from the necessity of hiring a window cleaner. The point is that the windows open inwards from the inside. Now in this very brief account of my dream I was standing on the landing at the top of the first flight of stairs from the ground floor (there are cellars below), the landing directly outside the main bathroom. There is a large window there which looks out toward the west and our immediate neighbour’s house. I cannot remember why I was standing there but I was wearing my nightie as if I had just arisen to visit the toilet. I was still in bed of course as this was part of the dream. As I lifted the net curtain (drapes) to look out into the darkness I saw something which frightened me a little but I couldn’t see its form. Although the window was closed with the handle in the locked position the window suddenly opened and slowly I was pushed back into the corner and trapped. I tried to resist but the unseen force was too strong and I stood there feeling helpless. I cried out to E who for some reason had come part-way up the stairs as evidently she had been downstairs and was still dressed. At first she tried to poke the unseen force with her wooden walking stick but as she got closer she reached out her hand and tried to feel what was there. She could feel nothing and her hand reached the glass. I on the other hand had to put some effort into pushing the window closed but I was then free. That is all I remember about the dream.
It Dreams (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Over the last few years I have noticed that sometimes I get a thought in my head about a forthcoming event as if I was being informed before it happened. The events themselves have been nothing significant and probably unworthy of mention, mundane things of little importance but unusual to say the least. If you were to ask me to recall them I probably couldn’t as I wrote nothing down and they have drifted from my memory because of their insignificance. However, on Friday I was walking to the chemist (pharmacy) to collect some medications and a thought popped into my mind that when I arrived there I would receive a phone call. I received that call as I had thought I would. I wrote about it in yesterday’s post. Because it seemed so significant and because it wasn’t the first time I have experienced such things I am going to try to write down any further premonitions if and when I receive them.
Frozen foods at the Real Canadian Superstore in Winkler, Manitoba (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I’ll wager you will be thinking when reading this post that it is all about shopping but although the subject is a part of the post the post is actually about a dream I had in the small hours of Monday morning. For the first time in quite a long time I found myself out shopping with E and we were loading up a shopping trolley with frozen foods of all types but mainly confectionery and bread. As we tried to leave the store we discovered more ‘special offers’ on sale and added these to the trolley. E wanted to stand around and chat but I was impatient and just wanted to get the goods safely in our vehicle and drive home to store it before it began to thaw. Finally we were both outside but it was dark as though it was in the middle of the night. I know some stores are open for twenty-four hours so it wasn’t surprising to find ourselves out shopping at that hour, even so it was unusual. It was a warm night too and therefore all the more important we didn’t hang about. For some reason the car park wasn’t outside the store, it was a car park surrounding an establishment where I once worked! I couldn’t figure out why that was. I couldn’t figure out why our vehicle wasn’t actually ours but that belonging to our eldest son who handed us the keys as we came to load the food in the boot (trunk). Although it was a large vehicle, one you might expect to have a large rear compartment, it didn’t, in fact the opening to the small boot was small too and we found it difficult to get the trays into it. I couldn’t understand why the food was on trays, especially the confectionery but that didn’t matter to E who just squeezed everything in, squashing everything in the process. However, we couldn’t close the lid and I was getting more and more irritated by E’s lack of concern or interest. I am not sure what the outcome was in all of this for at that time I woke up.
The Lanes, Brighton (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
My oh my was I tired on Monday evening but I waited as long as i could before going off to bed. If you remember, I had gotten up very early the previous day. I had two jobs on that day and later went for a meal at the pub. I didn’t stay long after the meal as I might have done had there been any of my acquaintances there. I went home and did a spot of relaxing. As the afternoon wore on I was beginning to get tired, the effects of the meal, my work and the lack of sleep the previous day all taking their toll. I almost slept through the whole night but as usual these days I end up needing the toilet and wake up in the middle of the night. Monday night was no exception. I don’t remember if I dreamed during the first half of the night but I know I did in the second half, which I now describe. I was at a seaside resort which was remarkably like Brighton (on the south coast of England for those not living here). Brighton has an area in the town called ‘The Lanes‘, a close community of shops, restaurants, bars and cáfes linked by small streets and passageways, presumably the origin of the name ‘The Lanes’. In my dream I was attending a course of some description though I don’t remember what the course was for. I had to be in attendance at 9 o’clock in the morning or be locked-out and I found myself late and desperately trying to get to the venue on time. However many things in the dream thwarted all my efforts to do that. It was as if obstacles had been placed there deliberately to prevent my being there on time or even at all. I knew the location of the venue but despite my efforts to get there I couldn’t find it. I would enter the street that I knew was right but found that people in my dream kept redirecting me as if they knew I was wrong in my assumptions. I knew I wasn’t wrong but was obliged to follow their directions but when I did follow the instructions I had the same problems in the next location. I ended up rushing here and there trying my best to reach the venue on time and the clock was against me. In the end I got to the venue and was faced with a strict telling off. I woke up and it was still two hours before the time I had set on my alarm. I managed to get to sleep again and woke up fifteen minutes before the alarm but switched it off before it sounded. I only use the alarm as a back-up for I am usually awake before it goes off. My dreams are seriously mixed-up.
The Dream of X (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
No, I am not about to tell you that I have had my hair cut, trimmed, shaped or anything like that except in a dream I had a few nights ago. That wasn’t the only strange thing in my dream. As much of it I can remember follows but there was probably more that I don’t remember. The whole dream involved myself and a friend whom I rarely see these days as she moved out of the area to live on the south coast a couple of years ago. I actually cannot imagine why she figured in my dream but that’s dreams for you. It all started as she and I were driving off somewhere but in separate cars and to some unknown destination, though later it all seemed to make sense. We were in communication throughout the journey though I have no idea how for we didn’t have mobile phones. It seemed we simply spoke and were able to hear one another. At the end of the journey we approached a concrete ramp, the kind you see in multilevel car parks but larger. We drove down the first ramp and at the bottom there was a right-hand turn followed by another ramp that seemed to go nowhere. At the bottom of the ramp was a small concrete wall on its right-hand side on the other side of which were some cars and a guy standing by the wall. In a moment I was standing opposite him but on my side of the wall and I called to my friend who was having difficulty in finding a space. I found myself in my car, though it didn’t seem to be the one I had just driven, it was much smaller, like one of those ‘town vehicles’ that seem so popular. I showed my friend how easy it was to park but she decided against it and drove down the ramp to where the guy was standing but carried onwards across a main road as if purposefully. I followed in my car to her destination. I found her negotiating the purchase of what I thought was a car. Then I found us both standing next to the guy by the wall but I have no idea how we had gotten there. She turned to me and invited me to climb an open step-ladder and she demonstrated how it should be done. I was to climb up and sit down on the next-to-top step and I did so but then the guy told me that I had done it wrong. Finally I was seated and he proceeded to cut my hair though I didn’t feel anything. I knew he was doing it but even so I was surprised that he had. My hair was now short and black but it seemed as though he hadn’t done anything, it seemed that my hair had always been that way. The dream ended there and I awoke.
Dream added to ‘My Dreams’ page above
I love Hebrew (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Another weird dream. I have some really strange dreams at times some of which seem quite long whilst others somewhat brief. This one seemed brief yet the story behind it seemed long. I was with a group of children and found myself caught up in a war of some sort. I was battling with an unknown adversary and somewhere along the line I discovered an article partly written in Hebrew. I supposed the article was telling me how to overcome the enemy and I read the words out loud until I came across the first word in Hebrew. I attempted its pronunciation seemingly to prove I could and understood what it meant. The little girl standing at my side, who it seemed was my three-year-old grand-daughter and English, piped up that I was saying the word all wrong. She told me how it should be pronounced and even what the word meant. I was amazed at her knowledge. I am not sure what the meaning of the word was telling me or how it was to help me in my situation for at that point I woke up. Now I can understand why it was that my grand-daughter was in the dream for she had visited me only a couple of days before but I cannot explain why she could read and understand the Hebrew language or how it was that I had been surrounded by many children. As for the war? I can offer no explanation of that either.
The Dream (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I woke up around 5 am on Wednesday morning shocked by the dream I had just experienced. The whole experience was abhorrent to me and I was relieved that I had awoken and that it had only been a dream. The content hadn’t been triggered by anything I had seen on television or heard on radio the previous evening or for any time previous to my recollection and neither had I read anything nor seen anything on the Internet to bring about the dream. Never in my life have I experienced anything to do with the subject of the dream either so it came as a shock that I had dreamed it. I immediately thought it might be a message given for some special reason for often messages come this way, through dreams or visions. The part of the dream I remember most vividly was in fact quite short. I remember myself being a younger electrician working in a huge hall of some description and working high up on scaffolding near the ceiling. I was involved in fitting some conduit to supply an air-conditioning unit and found myself struggling whilst trying to hold one end of the air-conditioning unit and fit the conduit at the same time. My colleague, an older electrician was supposed to be helping me but he’d disappeared off somewhere. There was a middle-aged woman with me but I am not sure why she was there, though she may have been an electrician too, however she was acting as someone in charge and seemed qualified to do so. We climbed down the scaffolding to go and look for the man. We found ourselves immediately inside a toilet, as we do in dreams. There appeared to be no-one in there but then a closet door opened and there stood a young boy, probably about 8 or 9 years old tucking his shirt inside his knee-length school uniform shorts. His face was blushing as if we had caught him doing something he shouldn’t and we thought he must have simply been embarrassed of our presence. Just then the man came out of the same closet and made some excuse as to why he was there. It was blatantly obvious that he had been interfering with the boy sexually. He knew that we knew what they had been doing and we told him to his face that we knew he was a paedophile and we were going to report him to the authorities. He said nothing but hung his head in shame. The boy however had thought it was all a joke and was smiling. His innocence had been taken from him and we knew one day he would suffer because of the selfish attitude of his much older predator. Like I said, the dream came out of nowhere and I felt awful to have dreamed it.
For many an hour I lay there
Alone in my bed at night,
And sleep did it’s best to avoid me
In spite of how hard that I tried.
My thoughts did their best to prevent me
From entering the Land of Nod,
And I lay there a tossing and turning
Like some poor demented old sod!
Then just as I slowly found slumber
As dawn was beginning to break,
My trusty alarm clock went ringing
And reluctantly I was awake.
I went through the day like a zombie
With bags packed and under my eyes,
By nightfall I felt really tired
Well, isn’t that just a surprise?
So I lay on my bed looking upward
To cracks in the ceiling and all,
And began now to contemplate whether
The plaster might break off and fall.
Again I find my mind is active
As I lay here alone on my bed,
I’ve returned to that old merry-go-round
When all that I want is some rest!
Copyright Shirley Anne 8 July 03
I am sure many of you will have experienced nights like that, tossing and turning and finding it difficult to sleep. Thankfully those nights don’t come my way so often. I was of the opinion that I could only sleep if I was tired enough and that nothing could prevent that but I have found it isn’t always the case. Sometimes I have been very tired yet I was still unable to drop off to sleep easily. Sometimes I am sure it was my thoughts that were keeping me awake, the more I tried to reason the less I was able to nod off. We may think we haven’t actually gotten off to sleep but often we have, though probably too late to have been enough, then we wake up still feeling tired. The problem I am faced with lately however is trying to stay awake! This is probably due to my work ethic and the fact that I am older. I like my sleep time and especially so if I am dreaming. I know I have been dreaming a lot lately too but I haven’t been able to remember any of them. When I do remember I add the dream to my ‘Dreams and visions’ page above. The dreams are brief in my recollections of them and I imagine them to have been longer when dreaming them. This is probably not true but it seems that way. No matter how tired I am when I get to sleep I find I am unable to stay asleep for much longer than four hours. I will usually attempt to get back to sleep but it is usually very shallow and by the time five and a half hours have passed I am wanting to get out of bed. Everybody is different of course but I wonder how many have sleep patterns like my own?
Words That Sing Well (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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!
An example of a British-style crossword puzzle.
I woke up in the middle of the night a few days ago which is very unusual for me as I normally only do that when I need to visit the toilet. I was laughing uncontrollably at something that had happened in my dream. Sometimes when I laugh it can last for a very long time, especially if, as people often say, ‘That tickled you didn’t it’? There have been quite a few incidents in the past where I have continued giggling on and off for most of the day each time I recollect them. There’s no real accounting as to what anyone finds funny or laughable, because we are all different. What amused me in the dream I had 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’ in relation to Lancashire cheese. I have to point out here that Lancashire cheese is the only cheese 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.
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.
A Sheetz gas station in Breezewood, Pennsylvania, USA. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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.
- Weird dreams – Episode 1 (onmywaytowonderland.wordpress.com)