I was in the Army. Fighting in the south of Iraq - but in this dream south meant northwest. I wasn't on any front line and didn't do anything signifficant. I was higher than a private and had control over a lot of people. I seemed to speand most of my time in this country, behind a desk. It was very dark and I was wearing nothing but a pair of jeans because it saved on washing. I seemed to have a lot of work and for some bizzare reason lots of hair on my tummy. I had to drive these cars around, my parents cars. My uncle's Spannish car my dad's looking after ande out own. I was driving the Spannish car to - for some reason - my old high school. I am not sure what I dropped off there. I remember vividly driving them. though. As if it was part of my duties. The time it was very dark.Brother
My brother was in the kitching having a rant. He was saying all sorts of incomprehendable things, sort of a ramble. He also swore at one point and I've never heard him do that. He then walked into (or opened the door on) an orgie going on in my parents bedroom (though none of my family or anybody I knew was in there.) It was very surreal.At the party my mate.
I go to this end of term party with my mate Huw. I arrive really really late, like as if theres only a couple of hours left. I recall thinking the time nine and the time two thirty as finishing but I know for a fact I'm only at the party for two hours exactly. I cant recall if he gets there this late or not. It's in a really blackened Academy (big gig's venue) but very darkly lit with music and crowded, but not dancing, more groups of people standing about. Very strange. There are lots of bars but not in the normal places - more as stalls situated about the place. The weird thing is none of our other friends are with us - just me and him. we get drinks (lager) and drink for a bit, at one point he goes off to chat with somebody and I chat to somebody else, end up meeting up again. Then I go chatting to lots and lots of people mainly girls just as the night finishes and the lights go on but everybody stays. sort of like a log in. No idea who I'm chatting to, perhaps people I work with.. I remember people wearing blue - a guy, and some girls. I don't remember leaving after this.Train
I'm on a train, the train to Manchester, leaving out of London, but stopping at all the small stations around there, Hertfordshire, Bedfordshire, all that way. Including my mate's station from dream above, but he's not there. I'm with a selection of mates, and sitting opposite to the front. One guy infront of me keeps teasing me, he's a mate from school, Kevin who I haven't seen in a while . I do not recall the particulars of the others. Eventually we draw into this station called Cunnyville. Its sort of all jungly outside. We get off. Or are sort of drawn to look out the window into what's happening in this place.Cunnyville and Winnie the Pooh.
Winnie the Pooh and his friends live in Cunnyville. I never watched much or read much of him as a child nor as an adult so I know not that much about his stories and so on. It is therefore exstremely strange that I should dream about him and his friends. Him and his friends all live in the land where this Cunnyville stop is. What does Cunnyville mean? In particular to about half a dozen charecters I remember a small piglet type person. They're all wandering about the jungly area and then war breaks out. There's one circular woodern house which has like a fan of about twenty breams aranged in a circle, about a hundred feet in diameter. They start rotating and moving upwards and shoot up and start hitting people. Then this local man launches a huge log thing which is catapulted accross the land and lands on the ground shooting spears out that go all over the place. War breaks out in cunnyville and similar thigns take place. Then Winnie the Pooh and friends walk off their heads bowed and all of a sudden they become still and turn into a comic book picture and we're back on the train looking at Cunnyville. The other interesting thing was the lack of Tigger!Spain
I often dream about being on holiday in Spain but this one was significantly different. It was in a different place, East of where we used to stay was where we were staying this time. To get there we had to walk sort of East, parralelll to the coast but up mountains. To get there we soon went into a forrest. The strange thing about this holidays was as well as my entire family and grandmother, my granddad who died when I was young was with us. In the other car. But whilst he was there I never spoke to him in this dream or heard him speak or anything. He was there but never heard or seen or acting or anything. quite sad that he was there but I didn't get to experience him. We walk up into the deep forrest. Over the hills we see a very typical spannish hotel/appartment block in the distance, but carry on going. My nan and brotehr and sister and granddad are in the other car. I'm with my parents walking through the dark forrest. As we get in deeper it is all night in the sky and we entchanted wood from Enid Blyton's The Faraway Tree..The Faraway tree
Is set in this wood. The fareaway tree isnt exactly a tree but a sort of climbing thick, thick tree going up the side of a rocky mountain. You can climb up it and you do. I notice how the forrest is indeed thick and darker than usual green like in the book. I don't notice any yellow lakes though, but I remember thinking about this. The tree is littered with differetn kinds of fruit all the way up and glows like a Christmas tree. It is sort of decorated like a christmast ree too - Its almost as if (as I recall thinking at the time,) Enid blyton based the idea of the tree on a christmas tree. As I walk up I notice various tree folk, Silky, Mister Whatshisname, Dame Washalot. I get up to the top then I remember moonface. I see him breifly. I don't go to any of the lands at the top. Then I go down the slippery slope again (which Is made of rock not wood because its in a mountain and get back to the bottom. I thank moonface and leave. When I was young and read the books first time, I recall having a very bizzare dream of going down the 'other side' of the tree. I always mentally imagined the tree in my mind from one side when reading it and to go down on the other side and see the forrest top from this other side was quite surreal. It was as if I was looking from the tree in these old dreams, not at it. I remember recalling in this dream that because the tree was up a hill, there was no other side as that was the face side. quite strange.
As we left the tree it because light again as we left the forrest, warm and more spainlike and light and sunny and you could smlel the sea now you'd crossed this mountain and see it. The others arrived. The house was seculded but nice. We had a barbeque or something, and there was a nice smell in the air. We sat outside.Guy next door
I'm back in our house with Nuala in the sitting room. I'm doing some homework at the computer. There's a guy sat at the window (it's pitch black) from next door doing his work too. He is a quarter based on a guy I know through a friend and two quarters based on one of the guys who lived next door to us last year and a quarter based on a guy I saw on the telly last night. Its as if we're in the same house as this year but with last years next door neighbours. We only met our neighbours a couple of times which is a shame I think. Anyway he was sat at the window like outside in the street with the window open. I invite him in after i've finished what I was doing. He says yes and I think he does to see Nuala. Nuala then later tells me she really fancies him!Nuala next morning and the guys
I wake up. Nuala's in the house. Its weird as it is really like our house and it is the same house as in the previous segnment but I'm looking at it all from a different perspective, a different position. It is quite strange. I get in. Tell nuala that I came back on a train last night, didnt get back till nine, then went out with Huw, stayed for two hours till close then for a bit longer after close then came back with the guy. I then go over the this guys house or they come over to us, or like our houses blur into one. Chris, the guy, looks slightly differnet.. They're all in the Kitching/Living room part cooking. I go upstairs to get something from my room, but a different room from last time. Is it my bedroom in halls or is it my nan's box room?! Its strange because though it is identical to my hall's room when I was in the first year it is from a different angle, a differnet perspective. It looks and is layed out the same but my mind's approcahcing it from a different angle. It's all very strange as uuit makes me think of it entirely differently... When i'm in there there is a lot of thought of radios. my digital wavefinder which hangs on the wall and has chanigg coloured lights is not plugged in to my computer, but has like a dark red sinister round trafficlight sort of bulb (so totally differnet) beaming out. Sort of almost 70s disco light too... anyhoo, I wonder if digital radios are woth it and there is another radio (perhaps digital) there. I realise how I havent recore3d chris moyels in a while. there's a third, analogue, radio perhaps. I'm searching for something but cannot for the life of me find it. I then go down to teh othersThe disabled toilets
I'm at school, high school again, its during the day again. I'm with my old best mate from priamry school less of a mate at highschool, Lee. Also with an indian chap who was really short but is exstremely short in this dream, Jabran. Its lesson time, but we're walking about school. I really need to go for a shit, so they all agree to go to a toilet, in my dream there's one in the built on drama/media studdies block. (when I was really young I had a dream that involved a built on drama block before it happened! I'll tell all some other time - fantastic dream, I can recall it now I so can.) Anyway Apparently there is a disabled toilet in there I can use. I'm not sure if I was pushing a wheelchair with nobody in it before or it appeared at this moment, but I went in claiming to be disabled, even though I wasnt IN the wheelchair, just pushing an empty one. Anyway this toilet is actually a dentist's chair, which is diagonal on the top back rest, horizontal for a breif bit with a toilet seat on, then diagonal again. for the feet - it looks awfully uncomfortable. The room is very white and medical and there are lots of people in there, including a few young ballerina girls in tutus of pink and yellow and possible blue. There are various otehrs sitting and chatting. I have a great problem getting rid of these peopel but are finalyl scucesfull. I think I have to ask a teacher who I dont recognise in an office at one point. I then have trouble getting Jabran and Lee to leave as they also want to sit and watch me crap. Lee says he's going to the Cellar bar (a bar at our university union) which is apparently next door and apparently open!! There's a link to my union from my old high school - bizzare! Anyway, when Lee leaves and says this he reminds me very much of my mate Iain. Anyway I start taking a shit, my pants are pulled down and everything and peopel come barging in. I try to continue but can't nad ahve great trouble getitng rid of them. Eventually they go and...( Ghory detailsCollapse )
...Having finished my shit I leave. I walk in on a media studdies class and perahps a drama one too. That's about it and I go and find the others.Waterway
I dream about this new form of transport. Underground canals for transportation like the underground train network but with water. But the water is only about a foot or two deep, if that, above white woodern floorboards that ammazinbgly seem to hold the water, unless they were tiles that look like boards. Apparently the marvel is because it is so shallow people can walk (wade through it) as well as row in canooes. to work. Apaarently pleaseing everybody. People do not row literally as there is a huge tide that draws people along with no effort and helps the waders. There is a voiceover and it becomes a documentary about how this wade and flow with the tide in dingy tunnels policy is so succesfull and used by millions a day and more ppoular than the underground. There is a huge amount of traffic in boats of all sizes and pbusiness men wading with shoes on and other peopel wading barefoot and people in multicoloured canoios who mirraculously work on such shallow water. I think I'm wading about barefoot.Van
We've had a van in our garage I often dream about that has been there since 1987. It is blocking these chest of draws and since a kid I've been fascinated as to what are in these draws we have had no access to for neigh on sixteen years.
Well in this part of the dream I imagine that the van is repaired and gone and outside and I get to open these draws. There are lots of wiring things, modern telephone sockets and RJ45 sockets and the like, only slightly dustry. I get to ride the van too.Bank of England, HSBC, Midland, Deutsche (Dutche) bank)
My mother and I are going to London to see an important bank manageress about me having lost some money when bad things happened. The bank reimburesed me but this is about more money in regards to this and in regards to me being in debt. When bad things happened I lost money. (in real life)
We go to the city and aim to go to the Bank of England. I tell my mother it is now owned by Deutsche Bank, and we find that building (although in my dream it's called Dutche Bank) and go in there. Up a sort of stainless street door and up some esculators. When we get upstairs a lady at a desk tells us we're slightly too early and to wait a bit. offers us tea and stuff and we sit at the desk. I go out the door. We're no longer in London but int eh University of Manchester shopping precinct. There's a woolwioch downstairs (not really) I recall staying in there ages waiting for something the other day (not really.) the bank lady writes something down for us, my mum is interested by II dont tell her we need it. I walk out again. There are two midlands in this precinct, one on the corner, near the walkway to our department that is sort of dark and overcast outside. Its weird because on teh outside they look more like the new look natwest, and say midland with the old griffin on the outside but are really HSBC. I go out and decide to check my exam results int eh department on the way. Desk lady comes with me and walks into the department accross the area with me - she is apparently a part time student there. I ask here why there are two HSBCs/Midlands next to eachother. She gives some reason, The other is more important apparently. It takes me ages to get her to go because I dont speak to her. There is a huge crowd in teh department and it is all hot and sticky and humid all of a sudden. As it there is going to be a thudnerstorm. I go upto the landing wher ethe results were. I was going to chek email but it was too busy too many peopel on computers. I see a couple of my demonstraters, Chris Kirkham and Peter Capon. I chat to them. I mistook them for oneanother the otehr day or week or something when I was both in the same room. I then leave and go back to the precinct as it is my time to be back. There are escalators all over and multi levels (not really, just in the dream) I go up one and then start to go up another but then realise I could have done it in this one twisty escalator, so I go up this twisty, two story, escaulator, with flat bits, like walkways at airports and stations. I then run off the walkway bit that runs right outside the leftmost entrance to the bank into the bank. Pint of beer in my hand (no idea where I got it from) and I also still have the tea. My mum asks where I've been. The improtant lady is ready to see us now. She looks different to how she did before, though. I go in ask if its ok to bring my beer, she says yes, and we all start talking. I want to speak privately, my mum is close by at first, we both drop hints, then she willingly moves away, she like moves accross these big, high backed, green armchairs, me and the bank manager are on teh edge of the desk in her office on swival office chairs or somethng, she mvoes t the other end of the desk.Coloured screens
Somewhere in my dream I imagined coloured tv screens of different shapes and sizes all rectangles some square, but different ratios. All showing tv logos of old, some black and white, some reaolistic, some made up some twisted. some more modern. all animating. Sometody turned them off but it didnt work it just stopped them animating. Then some, but not all of the screens showed this same picture, like this red picture, but it was like, all parts of the picture, like all the screens together made up the entire thing, not all showing copies of the same thing, like those big multiscreens. Just not all of them switched over to this red textture swirly, material background thing. Itw as like this hot spannish place but just texture. more and more began to show it and that's it. It was like in a tv shop window.