Lucid Dream Report 3

I went to sleep having drunk alcohol, but remembered to practice my normal mnemonic induction meditation techniques. In the dream I was in my grandmother, PC's, home in Sheringham. My cousin, HM, was there with us. At first, we were upstairs, in bedroom where HM and her mum (my aunt, my mum's youngest sister, VF) used to sleep when they also lived at the address. This is the bedroom next to my room in that house and it looks onto the back garden. There were desks set up in the room and we were sitting at them, working. My mum walked into the room and informed me of an important horse race which would be taking place (HM's youngest sister, SF is a horse-rider in real-life). My mum said only two male jockeys were competing in the race on two horse (a two-man race, therefore) and asked me to use my legal qualifications to advise both of them before the race. I told my mum I could only really advise in criminal law, that being my area of expertise, and in any event, it would be a conflict of interest to represent both jockeys who were in a race, competing against one another. I then returned to the paperwork HM and I were working on. I realised it was maths homework and HM and I were to undertake an exam in this subject. This triggered lucidity, which came quickly. I was able to use my lucid mind to realise that I must be in a dream as I am terrible at maths and would not be sitting an exam in this subject. As soon as I became lucid, I had a strange, 'rushing' sensation which made me feel as if I were about to wake up. I tried to fight the urge to wake, telling myself that I had been trying to attain full lucidity for some time and mustn't waste the opportunities, which are few and far between. I managed to stabilise myself somewhat, but thoughts kept coming into mind - I kept thinking that I wasn't 'real' and my sleeping body was 'somewhere else' and therefore separate from the 'me' in the dream. The sensation of fully knowing I was physically sleeping whilst my mind, was active was unsettling to me on this occasion. I tried to control the dream so that I could concentrate on making it a positive experience. I thought about a small explosion, a safe distance away. Instead on a normal explosion, I caused a small burst of gold glittery star-dust to explode at around head height, in front of my eyes. It was very pretty, but I thought that it was a pathetic attempt at causing an explosion - or controlling my lucid dream. I told HM that I might not bother with the maths exam. I said that I wasn't actually taking maths as a subject and the exam was thus meaningless. She seemed keen to continue with her revision. 

We were then downstairs in the lounge of PC's home. PC was in the kitchen, preparing beans on toast for HM and I. I thought it was dusk, because the light outside was dim, but HM said it was early morning. I saw two large French bread baguettes on the table. HM picked them up to inspect them more closely. I told her I was asleep and dreaming and this was my dream, but both she and PC told me that I was being silly and I should start getting ready for my exam. I became bored with this situation and decided I should try and force something more interesting to happen. I felt myself waking up. It felt like I was being lifted out of a dark tunnel or hole, with the sensation of being horizontal - I think I could feel my own sleeping body lying in the bed. The darkness was getting lighter and I fought hard to stay asleep, telling myself not to wake up. I couldn't fight the sensation of waking and within seconds I was fully awake.

Dream 51

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Dream 50

Dream date: 20th May 2012

I was in a small dark kitchen and knew that somehow I owned and managed my own restaurant. I was in Sheringham. I was standing at the sink, looking out into the night through the window in front of me. The scene that I could see was the exterior wall of the kitchen and rear entrance of The Crown pub in Sheringham, as if I the building I was in were situated on Wymondham or Gun Street.

It was dark, being night-time, but the road and the pub were all lit brightly with fairy lights. The adjacent cottages (not depicted in the only photograph of the pub I could find online) were all brightly lit from within and there were people milling around, enjoying themselves, drinking and socialising outside the pub. Suddenly I saw a male dressed in black, wearing a balaclava. He was heading towards the rear entrance door to The Crown. I knew that he was there to burgle the premises and quickly I left my own restaurant (which was obviously closed for the night) and ran across the small expanse of street to The Crown so I could warn the staff that there was a burglar attempting to steal from them. When I got there all I could see where people drinking and having fun. I didn't find a member of staff as I had the sudden realisation that I had been tricked. I knew that my seeing the burglar enter The Crown was a ploy to get me to leave my restaurant so that other members of the same criminal gang could burgle me instead, whilst I was out of the premises. I was panicked and alarmed and ran back over to my business. I had been burgled. I was then in an area of the restaurant which seemed to be the large penultimate stair at the top of the staircase in my former home in Pine Grove, Sheringham (these stairs have been a recurrent theme in recent dreams). In real-life, my friend NH (whose mother still works at The Crown as a cook - and is a friend of my mum who also used to work in the kitchen of the Crown before moving on to the Two Lifeboats Hotel in the early 1990s and subsequently leaving the pub trade to work in a care home for the elderly) and I used to use this stair (which was a foot square in size, approximately) to set up a home for our Barbie dolls. We would sit on the stairs for hours and pretend the penultimate stair was a luxury penthouse apartment for our dolls. In the dream, there was a massive dolls house on this stair - although it was still a 'restaurant, not my home as it appeared to be). It was all very dark and there were no lights on in the building. It seemed that I kept all my accounts books and cash takings in the dolls house at the top of the stairs. Standing there with me was a male - he seemed to be a waiter employed by me and wasn't known to me in real-life. I told him that we had been 'robbed' although legally speaking it was a burglary. He said he had been asleep in the toilets and hadn't been aware. He helped me pull out the items from the doll's house so we could work out what had been stolen. Inside an orange leather-bound book was a ten pound note. I was happy and felt relieved that the thieves hadn't taken all of my money and I still had £10.

I was then outside again and it was daytime. I was looking over the sea wall (at the front of The Crown), at the beach and sea. There were a lot of people at this end of the high street - as would be expected in tourist season. It seemed that many islands had been created in the sea - all built like some fantastical new landscape with golden structures and many decorations and adornment. They were in the middle distance - several metres from the seashore/beach and were easily reachable. Everything was aesthetic and fairytale-like, like a series of magical kingdoms springing up from the water. I could see people on the islands, all happy and joyous to be in such pleasant surroundings. Fountains on the islands were shooting water up into sparkling arcs and there were lush palm trees and tropical flowers. I could even see white horses with golden saddles roaming amidst the people there - everyone seemed to be partying. I asked an elderly couple, standing alongside me at the sea wall (on the promenade) what had happened here. They told me that the local people of Sheringam had decided to create the scenes from 'Kubla Khan' (from the 1816 poem of the same name by Samuel Taylor Coleridge) including the Pleasure Dome as a series of islands. In the poem, 'Kubla Khan' refers to 'Kublai Khan' the Mongol ruler and emperor of China - and his summer palace was actually called 'Xanadu'. Therefore, in the strict sense, I was actually looking at 'Xanadu' as 'Kubla Khan' is a human character within the poem, not the place. However, in the dream, I mixed up the two or perhaps those 'locals' building the network of islands had got it wrong and I just passively accepted the misnomer. I then found myself in 'Kubla Khan' - on the islands. Indeed there was a massive party. However, it appeared the islands were still under construction. Everything was in shades of purple - lilac, violet etc - everything I could see was coloured this way (except the people, horses and golden structures). Even the sea which surrounded us was a light lilac-blue and sparkly like diamonds. Purple fish were leaping in and out of the water around me and there was lots of noise from the other people on the islands. I looked back at the shore and could see the high street as it would appear from this perspective in real-life. I felt a sense of unease, although nobody else on the islands (which had walkways of gold between them) seemed disturbed or unhappy in any way. I felt myself becoming lucid in the dream and realised that if I thought about something and really concentrated on it, I could perhaps force it to happen. I remembered that Coleridge had first written his poem when under the influence of opium and this worried me as for some reason I was convinced that if I kept making this mental association I would be forced to take heroin (strange, but this was how my semi-lucid brain was thinking at this point). I was looking out at the sea. I then (more lucid now) remembered that I have a real-life fear of having a dream where I am surrounded by deep water and anticipate what might be below the depths. Even the idea of statutes being partially submerged (or the thought of the kingdom of 'Atlantis' being beneath the sea) troubles me. I thought to myself that the worst thing to do in a lucid dream would be to think about the thing or event which panics you. I kept looking out to see nevertheless and within a few moments could see a tidal wave or tsunami rolling towards Kubla Khan from the horizon. Although becoming lucid is always my aim, I felt out of control and unable to harness my thoughts in a way which would enable me to enjoy the experience. I felt annoyed that I was ruining my lucid experience as a result of thinking bad thoughts and causing horrible things to happen and wished I could be back in Sheringham town again. I found myself at the end of the high street on the promenade again. I was looking out towards the islands of Kubla Khan and everything was harmonious again. I could see the shades of lilac and gold which characterised the islands and the party/construction was still ongoing. The sun was shining and there was no sign of the tsunami.

The Crown, Sheringham - the rear entrance/exterior of kitchen i.e. view seen in my dream

The end of the high-street in Sheringham (The Crown car park at far end, sea wall to left) where I was standing looking out to sea

Looking towards the end of the high street in Sheringham - sea wall at end

Sheringham sea wall

Sheringham sea

Lilac sea

Above & below are images found using the internet search terms 'Xanadu AND paradise islands' - strangely the bottom image was also found using the same search terms - and depicts the lost city of Atlantis! In my dream there was less grass and open organic landscape - the islands were very small and made predominantly of man-made structures, although there were palm trees and beautiful purple flowers everywhere, as described above - there was just a sense of their being less 'ground' and more sea surrounding me when visiting the Sheringham version of 'Kubla Khan' or Xanadu, as it should be properly named

Dream 49

Dream date: 18th May 2012

I was in the lounge of PC's (maternal grandmother) house in Sheringham, however this room was now upstairs. I was looking through my belongings (which in reality are stored at this property until I get my own home with space). There was an unfamiliar middle-aged male in the lounge with PC and I. I asked about a certain photograph, which I thought was in a frame. PC said that she hadn't seen the photograph and didn't know what I was talking about. I started arguing and was rummaging through my bags and boxes which had been brought into the living-room. I accused PC of losing or destroying the photograph and she was denying this strenuously. The male was backing up PC, telling me that I was wrong and should stop what I was doing/saying. This argument repeated itself as I frantically searched for the photo. I then noticed that my cousin, HM, was with us. I told her that we should leave together - I was in an angry mood. We turned to leave the room and I saw that the stairs were a composite of those I would expect to see in PC's house, and those of my old former home in Pine Grove, Sheringham (which in reality is a 5 minute walk from PC's home). It was dark on the landing at the top of the stairs. Suddenly PC rushes out of the room and loomed large in front of us, snarling in anger. HM clung to me in fear and said: "She's got a [blank]!" (I cannot recall what the object described by HM and held by PC actually was or what word was used by HM, hence the blank!) PC had something small and white in her hand. She raised it to her mouth and blew on it - like a fluffy white dandelion flower - sending small white things flying into the faces of HM and I as we stood at the top of the stairs, holding onto one another. We both screamed and fled down the stairs and out of the house.

I was then in an office room. There were desks positioned back to back and filing cabinets and stationary commonly associated with an office or workplace. Adjacent to the desks was a clear glass partition wall. I was at one desk working and PS was behind me, doing the same. A young woman walked into the office from the doorway which was next to my desk. She was non-descript and not known to me in real-life. Other than the fact that she was medium-build and had mid-length brown hair and was wearing jeans, I cannot recall any other detail about her. She was holding a CD in her hand. She asked if she could borrow some trousers, but I said 'No'. PS said that she could. I was angry as I was trying to concentrate on whatever work task I was undertaking at the desk. PS told me to go and find the girl a pair of my trousers to lend and I refused, but both he and the female persisted. I said: "The only white trousers I have are the white leggings and they won't fit her" (I do only have two pairs of white trousers - the leggings and a pair of skinny jeans). Nevertheless I was pressurised into finding the white leggings and lending them to the girl.

Next, we were standing at the bottom of a gym or school hall which was empty, but for our group, gathered at one end. Myself, PS and the female (who was now a very short man with dark brown hair and tanned skin) and the other people in the group, who I cannot individually recall, were getting ready to attend an outside music festival. We exited the hall through a fire door and were standing on the field where the festival was taking place. I talked to the short man. I could see that he had expression lines on his face and suddenly realised that he was intended to represent PP, an acquaintance of mine. I thought to myself that I should tell him that I liked his short stature, but I didn't want to sound rude or patronising and had feelings of shyness and regret at not being able to talk to him properly now I knew who he 'was'. The male took off his top and was reaching into his bag for something to change into. I noticed that the grassy ground was thick with wet mud. The male was taking out a pair of baggy white trousers. I said: "Your trousers will get too muddy", but the male (PP) said that these trousers were intended to get muddy so it wasn't a problem. He was now wearing the baggy white trousers, trainers and nothing else. We walked over to a massive sound system with a speaker stack that stood 12 foot from the grass. The music was reggae and there were people dancing everywhere, despite the mud. PP looked back at me and smiled widely and I wanted to speak further with him, but knew it would be impossible in the busy and loud rave environment of the field. I could see the big building (where the hall we had left was contained). It looked like my old high school building or my university - or a mixture of both. Myself and PP joined in and I felt happy.

Dream 48

I was sitting in the lounge at my grandmother PC's home in Sheringham. It was night and the lights were on, brightly. My mum, SM was there and we were chatting. Various other family members were milling about the room, but my attention was focused on my mum and I did not turn to see who they were. Suddenly, both my mum and I looked up at the ceiling. There was a massive hole, but it also looked like an open sky-light. We could see the night sky and the legs of several black males; some ice boxes and general party paraphernalia - as if there was a party on the roof (although in real-life there is a first floor with bedrooms/bathroom). One of the men (unknown to me in real-life, but in the dream he seemed to be a friend) had a short Afro hairstyle and was wearing a bright pink T-shirt. He was holding a cocktail in his hand and he looked down through the hole and told us that we should come up and join the party (a couple of days before this dream in real-life, my friend MA - who happens to be black - had told me of a really cool bar in Camden which specialises in rum-based cocktails and said we should go there). My mum and I were happy to be invited and my mum said she hoped there was food there - we got up to join the party in an excited mood.

I then saw an image of my teeth close-up and at a slight side-ways angle (i.e. not straight-on, I could see the canine teeth and molars mainly). My teeth looked discoloured and over-sized. Some of them were badly over-lapping (my real teeth aren't great, but they are nothing like this!) and deformed. I thought to myself that this must be the cause of my real-life dental problems (my teeth have been troubling me, partly due to some wisdom teeth coming through, and partly due to my phobia of dentists which prevents me from getting them checked).

I was then upstairs, but I was in an attic. It was dark and dusty with wooden floorboards and several random objects and cardboard boxes scattered around. My mum wasn't there, but I was with a group of young people and it felt like a field trip as there was a middle-aged man in a suit talking to us as we wandered around the room. He drew our attention to a large object in the middle of the room. It was covered in a brown sheet. He told us that he was going to remove the sheet and show us the object (which he didn't refer to as anything in particular) which would be a reflection of our inner selves. I was aware that this 'object' was analogous to the portrait of the eponymous protagonist in Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Grey (1891). I didn't want to see what was under the sheet, given the story of Dorian Grey (who remains youthful and attractive on the outside, whilst a portrait hidden in the attic decays to reflect his inner lack of morality).

I left the attic and ended up in a canteen full of long tables, where various people were seated (a very recurrent theme in recent dreams). There was a ginger-haired male - he had extraordinarily long limbs, which were very pink (he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt so I was able to see his arms). His arms were flailing about and I saw that his hair was extremely bright, almost fluorescent orange. I sat opposite him, aware that he was a friend or acquaintance in the dream. He kept touching my face while I tried to make conversation about the strange trip to the attic. I got annoyed by the touching and got up to leave quickly. The male seemed to lack any social skills and seemed as if he might have learning difficulties.

I was then back in PC's lounge, talking to my mum. I was telling her that a girl (unknown to me in the dream, I was referring to her as 'this girl', not by name) had claimed to be pregnant and was telling people that the father was either FC (a friend from London) or DJG (a friend from Norfolk). I was getting angry, saying that she couldn't be allowed to play with these men's lives and lie when it was obvious neither of them were the father (my reasoning being that DJG has a girlfriend already and wouldn't cheat and FC is not currently in a position to be randomly linking girls). My mum was agreeing with me. We were suddenly no longer in PC's lounge, but now in the small lingerie shop in Sheringham where my mum's closest friend works. My mum's friend MF was there with us (it seemed as if we had gone in so my mum could chat with MF - something we used to do when we were out shopping in the town, back when I lived in Sheringham still). MF pointed out of the window of the shop, at the high street. She told my mum and I that a young woman (white skin, dark hair, that's all I can remember) standing with an older woman (her mother, cannot remember any detail about her appearance) was the girl in question - the one saying she was pregnant and naming my friends as the potential fathers. MF ran out of the door of the shop and over to the girl, standing by the town clock. She attacked the girl, pushing her down to the floor, while the mother tried to separate them. MF came back and told me that the situation was sorted and the girl had admitted that she hadn't slept with either of my friends. I was pleased and thought I should contact DJG (FC isn't contactable right now and I was aware of this in the dream) and tell him that the problem was sorted. I was at a computer (which appeared to be positioned on a desk, the same as it is in my real-life home in London, although I was still in the lingerie shop in the dream). I logged onto Facebook with the intention of messaging DJG, as in the dream, like real-life, I didn't have credit on my pay-as-you-go mobile. When I logged on, I saw DJG's status read: "It's over. Thank you" but instead of interpreting this to mean 'the situation is over, thank you for helping' (which is how I interpret it now with a waking mind) in the dream I thought he was actually saying 'my life is over' with the 'thank you' having a sarcastic, passive-aggressive meaning. I didn't leave a message and I felt sad for DJG.

I found myself back at PC's. My ex-boyfriend HL was present and I was talking to him. I asked him if he was planning on staying. He said he didn't know, but indicated that he was happy to be there talking with me. He looked the same as he did when I last saw him in real-life, perhaps about 4 years ago. Upon waking, I get the impression that he was a composite character, as many of the qualities I was attributing to him (upon reflection) appear to belong to the real-life 'friend' (for want of a better word, we aren't in contact currently and had a somewhat strained friendship in university) PP, who is of a 'broadly similar' racial background to HL. I think that the dream character was a combination of HL's looks and some of his personality traits, but largely the conversation (which I cannot recall in words, only 'feelings') was dominated with reactions, responses and gestures typical of my memories of PP. HL was wearing a white T-shirt with royal blue round the neck and sleeves. There was a period of time spent together in the dream where we were sitting on the sofa, deep in conversation. Then HL's mobile rang. He stood up and had a conversation. When he returned to me, I knew (from listening to his side of the conversation) that he had been asked to get involved with a conspiracy to import MDMA. He told me that he had to go to Stowmarket. I said I knew why and asked him not to leave me, but he said he had to. I felt neglected and lonely. 

I then was outside in sunshine, looking up at a very tall, thin metal pole - like a scaffolding rod. It was standing up on end, vertically, about 30 feet high. I could then see the top of the pole, as if I were level with it. There was a man (unknown to me in real-life) balancing on one foot at the top. He was really fat and pink-skinned with a balding head and brown hair. He was wearing a white vest and white trousers, rolled up, with bare feet. He looked quite precarious, almost falling. On one occasion he seemed to lose his balance completely and I felt anxious that he was about to fall, but he managed to somehow clamber back into an upright position and continue to balance on his one foot at the top. Myself and everyone around me started cheering and applauding him. 

Dream 47

Before I went to sleep, I meditated on the memory of my last previous dream, Dream 46 (follow link), willing myself not only to become lucid and recall my dream (as usual), but also to return to the situation in Dream 46. I felt that if I went back into this dream (albeit some days later), I would have more chance of realising I was in a dream state and becoming lucid. Indeed, my first memory of dreaming was a false awakening, although it felt real at the time and did not trigger lucidity. I was waking up in bed, in the same bedroom as that in Dream 46. However, N the dog was not with me and I could not see the monolith in the wardrobe. I was not aware I was still asleep and dreaming. My mobile phone rang. It was my mum. She told me CE had died of a heroin overdose. CE is a girl I know from my past. She is an unfortunate character who has suffered abuse her entire life due to her appearance, personality issues and drug/alcohol use. She has had her children removed from her care and has made some unusual lifestyle choices in recent times, but to my knowledge, is currently clean and sober and making the best of her situation. Admittedly I haven't been in touch with her recently. In the dream I felt guilty and shocked that she had died. I attributed real-life memories and knowledge of her life (she is on Facebook so I see her status updates) as reason for her sudden decision to return to intravenous drug use. In the dream my mum told me that it might be my fault and that I was a bad friend. In real-life we were not best friends, but we saw each other fairly regularly and trusted one another and I sympathised with some of her problems. However, since we had stopped regular communication, I had read her confession via Facebook, to an act which I thought was so intrinsically evil (it involved a dog) that I did not respond on a couple of subsequent occasions when she tried to make contact with me as I felt I might have to confront her on what she had done and was not ready to hear her justifications or excuses about it. in the dream I thought about this real-life situation. The phone call ended on a hostile tone. I do not remember exactly what was said, only that the conversation involved a discussion about CE and my feelings towards her, based on facts which are accurate in real-life. I was not standing by the bed, walking around. I went over to a small table in the corner of the room where a laptop was set up and switched on. My Facebook profile was already on the screen, logged in. CE had messaged me, saying: "Hiya! How are you?" I wondered if she wrote it before or after she died, or whether my mum had in fact been mistaken as to her dying after all.

I was then in a crowded canteen in university (not my actual university - I have many dreams which involve a university campus - perhaps because I am still a university student! I have done two undergraduate degrees, a masters degree and taken Bar exams and am currently studying for a PhD, so it's not surprising that a campus is a recurrent location in my dreams.Sometimes the campus is based on one of the two universities I am or have previously been in attendance at - York or UEA, but other times it is in a separate location, a familiar place which features in approximately half of all my dreams and appears to be a town, quite different to any I have ever lived in in real-life). I saw AKB, a girl I knew well in primary/high school, but have not seen in many many years. She was seated at a long bench in the busy room. I walked up to her and punched her straight in the face. I walked off quickly before I had a chance to see what happened. I then saw, seated at another table of people, ZP - someone I also knew in primary/high school but have not seen in many years. I punched her in the face also. I was then walking down a spiral staircase made of metal. It led from an exterior concrete walkway down to the ground level, a grassy field. I was with CW, another friend from school days who is now a police officer. I told her that I had assaulted AKB and ZP. She told me not to worry as her twin sister's boyfriend was a secret arms dealer who specialised in importing uzis. I asked her if this was M (this is her brother-in-law's name in real-life. I remembered in the dream that he is the proprietor of a shop in my home town also). She said it was. Halfway down the staircase, we stepped off onto another concrete walkway - on the exterior of the university buildings, like the balconies on high rise flats - and walked along it until we reached an area with patio tables and chairs. We sat down and had drinks. 

I then saw myself reflected in some dark glass. I was running on the spot, wearing a white vest. I saw my breasts bounce up and down as I moved. I watched this for a moment.

I was then in the Two Lifeboats Hotel (the hotel/pub in my hometown, where my mum was the manager and I worked as a teenager) in the restaurant area. Where the window would have been in real-life, was the blackboard advertising the specials (adjacent to the door into the bar). I was writing out a menu in chalk on the board, taking care to use my best handwriting - it was loopy and slanted to the right, in italics. I walked into the bar, where my mum was standing with two other females, AB and KC, both employees and family friends in real-life at that time. My mum told me I would be serving behind the bar. I was unhappy as I wanted to work as a waitress that evening. She said I couldn't do as I wanted and we argued. 

I was then in my bedroom again - that in scene 1, and Dream 46, not my real-life bedroom. I was aware PS was in the bathroom. In the dream, the bathroom was opposite the door to the bedroom. There was a normal white wall and door, but a section of the wall was cut out and there was a dark smoke-effect glass window, about a foot in width and running from ceiling to floor. I looked through the glass. PS was masturbating whilst sitting on the closed-seat toilet. He was holding a magazine. I waited and a moment later, I found myself walking into the bathroom. PS was no longer in there, although I do not recall that he walked out of the room. I saw the magazine sitting on the closed seat of the toilet. It was open on a page showing a full-page picture of Elisha Cuthbert. However, in the dream I knew her to be called 'Elisha Daschau'. She was wearing a a pair of white knickers and a blue cropped T-shirt. She had her arms raised above her head, so that the T-shirt had risen up to show the lower half of her naked chest.

Dream 46

I was watching from a third-person perspective. The landscape around me was arid desert, with sections of lush green grass in places. The sun was hot and bright. Coming into my field of vision, I could see an open carriage being pulled by animals. I do not recall what species of animal it was, but they were large - like horses or perhaps elephants (I watched Earthlings (2005) before falling asleep - this is a documentary about animal cruelty of all forms and featured elephants being mistreated by humans). The person sitting most prominently in the carriage was wearing a navy blue football-style shirt. It was tight across their chest and I could only see the torso of that person. I had the impression I was viewing myself in the third person, but was confused as this 'chest' had no breasts and was totally flat. I felt it couldn't possibly be me, it must be male. The carriage appeared to speed up then, and as it travelled past me, I could see the two persons riding in it. The one wearing the navy football shirt was actually male - I could now see it was my ex-boyfriend SL. He looked rough and unkempt. I saw that to his left a second (third person) version of myself was seated, crouching low, with my head on the side. I therefore only saw myself in profile. I noticed that my cheeks were darker than usual and I had very prominent cheekbones and a deep wrinkle running down the side of my face (like laughter lines) which I do not have in real-life. I was wearing my large silver hoop earrings. 

I was then in my grandmother PC's hallway (by the front door). I was standing next to the shelf where the telephone is kept. PS was with me. He told me that a girl had emailed him to ask him on a date. I asked what her name was. He seemed vague and said he thought it was 'Parvain' or 'Parvayn' (It is not a name I know in real-life). I was questioning him further. He said words to the effect of: "She's a Conservative voter, but she doesn't agree on the policies". I asked him how he could know this from a single email, given that he couldn't remember her name properly. He admitted that he had been having email contact with her for some time. There was more conversation, which I cannot recall.

I was then in my 'dream town' which I have written about at length elsewhere on this Blog. I was starting at the university there (a common location and event in this 'dream town') and had moved into a new room in the halls of residence. The room I was given was well-lit with a door, then a bed situated next to a wardrobe, which in turn was positioned against the wall. The room was small and I cannot recall any other detail about it. I was hugging N the dog (in real-life, whilst dreaming, I was doing the same thing as N was under the duvet). Suddenly I noticed that the wardrobe door had opened and items were slowly moving out. I specifically noticed a large dark brown/black rectangular object (in the side of the wardrobe closest to the bed and myself) coming out. I pushed all the items back in with my hands. I wondered if the rectangular object I had just seen was the monolith (a few days ago I had watched 2001: Space Odyssey (1968) and had a conversation with PS about the significance of the monolith in that film). I wondered if I was older or somehow changed, but I felt normal. However, I was also very fearful and thought to myself that there must be three living organisms in the room now - myself, N and the wardrobe/monolith or whatever was responsible for the items moving out by themselves. I was sitting up in bed. I then leaned over, balancing with my hands on the floor and the rest of my body still in the bed to see what items were on the bottom of the wardrobe. There were various mundane objects, like ringbinder files and packets of food on the floor of the wardrobe. Nothing else looked odd about the content. I saw a multipack of salt and vinegar crisps. It was blue and white. I decided to eat two packets of crisps, which I took from the multipack. I then found myself standing next to the bed, on the side closest to the door. Instead of holding packets of crisps, I was holding a huge joint, which I had apparently just rolled. PS entered the room and I showed him. He said: "That's not cannabis, that's the fake legal high stuff". I picked up a large bag, which was the same one that I had thought was the multipack of salt and vinegar crisps. On one side it was blue and white as I had previously seen, but as I turned it over, I saw that it was clear (filled with a substance that looked like cannabis), and produced by 'Natco' spice company (this is a brand I buy in real-life, I saw the front of the bag in the dream and noticed it resembled the packets of spice downstairs in the kitchen, so checked the name of the brand upon waking). It indeed was a fake cannabis product.

Dream 45

This was a very strange dream which comprised of a series of random, seemingly unconnected scenes. I woke up twice during the night (well, it was actually during the early hours of the morning) and on each occasion I could recall the parts of the dream I had just had and was able to fall asleep thinking of what had happened, allowing me to reenter a dream state quickly. 

In the first scene I was annoyed because my hair was dirty and needed washing. I recalled that in real-life, hours before I fell asleep, I had actually washed my hair. Remembering this added to my annoyance as I felt that it would be a waste of time given it had already been done. I then looked in a mirror and saw that my hair was dark brown at the roots, orange-yellow in the mid-sections and black at the tips, as if it had been dip-dyed. I was shocked and felt ugly.

I was then sitting at my desk in the bedroom of my London home. I was scratching lines into a piece of paper using a huge kitchen knife. I was attempting to write words, but I was unable to do so as the paper tore. I lifted it from the desk and saw I had cut a huge hole in the surface of the desk. Behind me was a white adult male, bare chested and only clothed from the waist downwards. He was unknown to me in the dream and in real-life. There was a small cartoon fairy (like Tinkerbell from Peter Pan in size) flapping her wings and hovering by his shoulder. The male handed her the butt-end of half a cigarette (unlit) and then asked her to massage his back. I watched the fairy massage him for a short time.

I was then looking at white space. My mum's voice said: "Choose the best one" and as I looked, three 'dragons' were depicted in the foreground of the space. They resembled over-sized bluebottle flies. The third one was just a blue and black scribble. I chose the last, scribbled one.

I was then in a hall or canteen, which was brightly lit and filled with tables and chairs where people were seated. I was then sitting at a table with an old school-friend I haven't been in contact with for many years, AP. She Behind us, sitting at another table, was another former school-friend, MS. MS invited AP to a party. He didn't specifically invite me and I felt left out. Standing up, beside MS was another male. I could only see his jeans and a red checked lumberjack-style shirt. AP and I debated as to whether this male was who we thought he was, although we didn't mention a name - we came to the conclusion we didn't know the standing male and had simply mistaken him for someone else. My grandmother PC was then in the room. I stood up to speak to her and we had a screaming argument, both of us grabbing the other one and pulling, aggressively. It was a very violent, loud conflict. It seemed that PC did not want me to socialise with AP or MS. I shouted at her as I finally got myself free from her grip. I was enraged and found myself standing by the living-room window of PC's Sheringham home, staring out into the night. 

I then saw myself in the mirror again. Without lifting my eyelid, I saw I had a growth there, behind my eyelashes. It was about the size of a pound coin and looked like a bright pink nipple. I felt scared and anxious. I got a hot wet flannel (like a compress) and held it against my eye until I felt the growth burst, spurting pus into my eye. As I turned around, I saw a male figure, unknown to me. He was tall, with dark hair, but I can recall no other defining characteristics. He had long strands of snot coming from his nostrils, which appeared now to be grossly over-sized, like huge black holes in his face. The snot seemed to trail down to his knees and he picked each strand up with his hands. He said: "How are you going to explain this?" I walked away and found myself sitting on a toilet, peeing. I was thinking about the male and tried to remember the word 'snot' but in my dream, I just couldn't think of the word I meant. It felt like it was on the tip of my tongue. I woke up.

Dream 44

I was laying in my bed in my home in London and I woke up. This was a false awakening, although at the time I didn't know this and assumed I really was awake. It was dark, but with enough light to see - which would have been true of real-life, as I fell asleep in the early hours of the morning, shortly before dawn. The room appeared exactly as it does in real-life. However, I was on the other side of the bed (from that which I normally sleep) and alone, although I did not question this at the time. Suddenly I became aware of someone else being in the room. It was a tall skinny man with dull grey skin and blonde hair, parted in the middle. He did not resemble anyone known to me in real-life. His arms and legs looked extremely long and quite flat and although I could not see his penis, the parts of his body that I could see (he was leaning over me) were completely hairless. At this stage I was terrified as I still thought I was awake. The man got on top of me and started struggling with me. I tried to fight him off. He put one hand over my mouth to stop me from screaming. I wasn't sure if he was trying to rape me or simple wrestle me. I was under the covers. I looked at the window and saw that the curtains were open. On the glass of the window was an opaque coloured glass plaque depicting me as a young girl. I seemed to look at it for ages and it was very vivid, although difficult to describe in words. The background was white and the picture was not particularly realistic. For some reason this scared me more than the strange man on top of me. It gave me an ominous feeling of dread. I looked away from window and towards the door. My nan, PC, was standing there, in the doorway, wearing a pale pink nightgown. She was talking gobbledygook, saying random words without meaning. She wasn't wearing any glasses. It was at this point I realised that I was still asleep and dreaming. It was the fact that PC wouldn't possibly be in London which triggered this. I looked at the window and again saw the plaque. The strange man was no longer on top of me (I'm not sure exactly when he disappeared, but I realised it after the second time of looking at the plaque, shortly after the realisation of the false awakening). I wished to wake up. I scrunched my eyes. I was now lucid, but I'm not sure I really appreciated this fact as I could have willed myself to get up out of the bed and explore (as I always promise myself I will do next time I am lucid following a false awakening - the sensation and visualisation of the strange man on top of me may have been as a result of sleep paralysis - the way my subconscious brain chose to communicate that feeling to me in the dream). I thought to myself (lucidly): 'if I wake up the plaque will be gone from the window'. It seemed to be of greater concern to me than the fact I had been attacked by a strange naked man!

I was then in the downstairs of a house in Sheringham - it appeared to be a mix of a room in the former home of my childhood friend MS (although I have only ever been in that room - which had a piano in the corner by the door to my recollection, although my visits dated back to 1995/6). There was a white-framed bay window and pot plants on the floor. Through one of  the long narrow windows which were either side of the main bay window, I could see two young men crouching on the grass outside, looking through into the room. I thought they were looking for me and I felt very threatened. I crawled on my hands and knees out of the room, certain that they must have seen me. I sat by the front door on wooden floor, a position from which I could look through the doorway into the piano room and see the window through which the boys were watching. However, I thought I should also check through the letterbox to see if I could see anything else. The brass letterbox was up an inch or so and on closer inspection I could see a pair of eyes looking back at me. I felt scared and moved away, wondering if the person looking through the letterbox had seen me, although undoubtedly they must have, as we were inches away from each other, looking face-on at one another. 

I was then standing on a platform above a large empty warehouse. The lights were very bright and there were orange-brown wooden floorboards. The scene looked pixilated, similar to the graphics of a computer game. To the left I could see nothing but a dark warehouse wall, and a further expanse of the same platform I was standing on. To my right was a set of PVC doors leading to another room and on the ground, a young woman. She looked very similar to me, although not identical. However, if I describe her basic appearance - petite with a curvy figure; long, thick black frizzy hair, tried back; olive skin; casual dress - there is little to differentiate us. I felt threat from her, as if she had malevolent feelings towards me or we were enemies somehow. I realised she was the person who had looked at me through the letterbox in the previous scene. I thought to myself that it would be a good idea to shoot her. I tried to imagine that I had a gun, but there was none in my hand. I then noticed, looking to my right at the girl, that there was a massive poster of  Tupac Shakur on the wall behind the girl, and as I kept looking, realised the warehouse was now kitted out as a large, now brightly-lit, domestic kitchen on the left side (where previously there had been nothing but wall and platform). As I looked back at the girl, I saw that she had (or had become, as I could not see her at this point) a huge weapon (the size of a bus) made out of shiny black metal. It was difficult to tell exactly what sort of weapon this was, as at the same time it resembled both a canon and the barrel of a revolver gun. The weapon wasn't placed directly on the floor, but rather seemed to come up out of the floorboards. I anticipated an explosion and immediately I saw the canon/revolver blast a huge canon ball/bullet towards the left. The explosion had an animated, cartoon-like quality. I looked to my left and saw that side of the warehouse/kitchen blow up like a bomb had gone off there. I thought to myself that there would be some form of 'recoil' or something which would hit the girl (as I had originally wished that I could shoot her, not that she should have her own weapon), and sure enough, as I looked at her or the canon/revolver (it wasn't clear if I was seeing her or simply the large weapon), the wooden floorboards began to curl up towards her, as if something was pushing them up from beneath (they looked like shavings of wood, and this seemed to happen in slow motion). Then, as the floorboards reached the girl/weapon (they also seemed to resemble a tidal wave) she blew up in another cartoon explosion. I actually saw the girl this time - she was flying up in the air horizontally, at the time the explosion went off, just a few inches above the 'flames'. She was wearing a white top. Her arms were stretched out behind her head and her mouth was in a wide 'O' shape, as if she were screaming, but I could hear no sound. I'm not even aware of any noise being heard when the two explosions occurred.

I was then standing in a serene conservatory setting, with antique furniture and lush plants. Sunlight was streaming through the window. My stepdad was seated in an armchair. I was wearing a short mint green silky dressing-gown. I said I wanted to show him my new dress. I took off the dressing-gown and underneath saw that I was wearing an extremely short white dress which looked like a long T-shirt. My stepdad said that he thought the dress was too revealing. I then went upstairs. These stairs were the same bare wooden stairs as in my real-life London home. I was barefoot. As I got to midway up the staircase, my stepdad's head burst through the stair directly above the one I was standing on. The wood splintered away. It was reminiscent of Jack Nicholson's head bursting through the doorway, screaming 'Here's Johnny!' in The Shining (1980) or the images of 'ceiling cat' I had accidentally found whilst searching for images of dogs on Google the day before this dream. I was shocked. My stepdad told me that he could see up my skirt because it was so short. He seemed to be angry with me. His face was redder than usual, as if he had sunburn.

I was then in a community centre. It was daytime. The room (sparsely decorated, with a long table running along the left-side wall) was filled with young men and women. I saw the girl who resembled myself (letterbox/explosion in warehouse). She was wearing black trousers and a white crocheted top. She seemed very happy and I no longer felt animosity from her. It felt as if we had made peace. She ran off, out of the room, followed by the other young persons who had been standing there. I watched them and felt content. A middle-aged woman (not known to me in real-life - she had a long tartan skirt and mid-brown hair in a low bun and looked quite frumpy) said to me: "She's an Irish Gypsy, she needs to be with her family."

Dream 43

I was in a lounge which was a composite of the lounge in my real-life home in London and that of my former student home in York, where the kitchen was open-plan. On the arm of the sofa (which was brown) was a small silver saucepan filled to the brim with minced beef. The food appeared to be cooking on the arm of the sofa, even though there was no apparent source of heat. I was panicked and shouted out that the food was burning and now inedible. Smoke was coming from the top of the meat. I removed it from the arm of the sofa. I then saw N (the dog). He had several bald, blistered patches on the back of his neck and shoulders. I called out to PS to come and see N's injuries. PS said it was my fault for burning the food. I felt both annoyed and guilty. I took the saucepan into the kitchen and decided that I should eat the burnt food or else it would be a waste. The kitchen was exactly the same as the real-life kitchen in my London home. I started to eat the mince and was amazed to discover that it was completely raw. 

I then received a text from TB. It said that he had returned from Austin, Washington. I thought to myself that he must be wrong, as Austin is in Texas. 

I was then queueing outside a venue in Norwich. It is not one I recognise from real-life. EBG was there beside me. He tried to hold my hand, but I moved it away as it felt wrong. The queue to the building snaked round a fence. We were standing beside that fence, which was made of chain-link. It was either a dark overcast day or just turning dusk, as the light was strange and almost lilac, but the air was warm. I could see a desk in the close distance where two persons were standing selling tickets to the event being held in the venue. EBG said he was glad I was back and we started a conversation which referenced our real-life interactions - how we met, certain events which had taken place during the course of our friendship etc. Although I was feeling happy, I also felt anticipatory and slightly uneasy at my emotional responses to the situation. Suddenly something was thrown in our direction. I'm not sure what it was. It appeared to come from the front of the queue. EBG got angry and said he would "fuck up" the person who threw it. I looked at the front of the queue and could see a young man with blonde messy hair, wearing non-descript urban sportswear - a baggy top, jeans and trainers etc. He was pushing a shopping trolley loaded with random possessions, including a television. He seemed very agitated and was shouting, although I cannot recall what he was saying. I told EBG I would go and see what the problem was. I went to speak to the blonde man. When I got up close to him, I could see that he was tall and skinny. I asked him what was wrong. He was shouting aggressively and crying at the same time. He told me that his baby had been killed. I tried to comfort him. I am not sure of what specific words were said, but this interaction took place by the side of the venue we were queueing up to get into, next to some large rubbish dumpsters. We were surrounded by cardboard boxes and mess. I then rejoined EBG. I am not sure what was said, but our hands touched and it felt electric. I said words to the effect of: "Im not sure if this is a good idea..." because I could sense the chemistry, but at the same time felt in control of the situation. EBG seemed keen for me to join him. We kissed. I decided that we should go back to EBG's home. The rest can be guessed...

Dream 42

The dream started with my mum showing me how she could embroider squares of the night sky. She was able to pull down a section of the night sky (a deep navy blue, about 1 foot square in size) and embellish it with real stars, using a needle and thread. When the stars were finished, she reached up and placed the starry 'cloth' back into the actual sky. I was amazed. 

Starry night skies (above) and sewing stars onto fabric (below)

I then found myself making a journey. I wasn't sure where I was or where I was heading, but I knew it I was returning to a place where I had left some belongings. The next thing I recall, I was walking down a pavement, carrying huge laundry bags full of shoes. I reached my old home in Pine Grove in Sheringham, Norfolk. I opened the bags to look at my shoes. Some of them were exactly as they appear in real-life. Others were altered slightly - i.e. the heels were higher or the colours different. In particular I noticed the blue and white leather heeled ankle boots, which are currently stored at my grandmother's house (Sheringham) in real-life. However, the usually square front of the shoe was pointy and the block heel was now a stiletto. I also noticed, with dismay, that I only had one of each pair of shoes. I went to complain to my mum and stepdad. 

Bag of odd shoes

I was then getting in the back seat of my stepdad's car. My mum was sitting in the passenger seat and I was seated behind the driver's seat. Instead of being parked outside our old house, we were on the other side of the road. A younger girl got in the seat behind my mum. I knew she was a younger sister, even though I am an only child (with a stepbrother the same age as me, in real-life). I did not look closely at her and do not recall her appearance. I did not question how I had a sister, it seemed normal. My stepdad was not happy at taking me to get my lost shoes. He was moaning and telling me to be quick as I was wasting time. It was a beautiful hot summer day and the birds were singing. 

Hot summer day

I was then walking into the Augusta Bar (sea-facing) at our old workplace, The Two Lifeboats Hotel, which also featured in earlier dreams this week. 'Peggy Mitchell' (Barbara Windsor) the former landlady of the 'Queen Victoria' pub in Eastenders was working behind the bar, which was very busy. There were tables laid out everywhere, although this is not how the bar looks in real-life. I told her I had come for my shoes. She said that she was very busy and didn't have time to look. I recall saying: "Come on, please! I have a new job..." I said it in a whining tone. Peggy motioned to a waiter who came to the customer-side of the bar. I did not see his face, as I was standing behind him, at the side of the bar now. He had chestnut brown wavy hair, cut short, which curled around the base of his neck. He was wearing a white shirt and appeared to be my height or slightly taller and slim. He was carrying an order pad, which had something written in biro on the first page. He seemed to refuse to help me, but Peggy told him I had a new job and that he should do me a favour. I followed him.

Barbara Windsor aka 'Peggy Mitchell' in Eastenders

I was then walking through the corridor which leads from the kitchen to the Duncan bar. On the left are the stairs leading to the guest rooms and then the ladies toilets, before two steps down into the bar. I had just come from the upstairs guest rooms, it seemed. I now had the bags with the missing shoes in them. I was also holding a dog on a lead. It was a chestnut colour, very similar to N, our dog in real-life, but this one was taller and slimmer build than N, who has bull terrier blood. The dog was walking on the beams of the ceiling, with the long lead stretching down.

Chestnut coloured dog, seen walking upside down on beams of ceiling

Dream 41

I was in my childhood home town of Sheringham in North Norfolk. I was at the Two Lifeboats Hotel, the pub my mum used to manage and where I used to work. I was in the 'front' or 'Augusta' bar, which has a sea view. I was standing behind the bar, which faces the sea, serving. It was daytime. In the far left bay window table were a man and woman (unknown to me in real-life). They were middle-aged and fairly non-descript and I knew they were tourists (the town is a tourist area in the summer when it is crowded with holiday-makers, whereas it is very quiet in the winter months). I went to the table and asked them what I could get them for drinks. I noticed they were eating a meal. The man ordered a coke and an orange juice. I prepared the drinks and took them to the table. I noticed I had only filled the glasses (half-pint) halfway to the top. My friend HW, whose parents co-owned the pub and employed my mum, came into the bar. She reminded me that we had plans later that evening. I looked over at the middle-aged couple again, and now they were accompanied by a crowd of young men, aged from teenage years to around my own age. I noticed one male in particular. He was in his early twenties and had thick, dark brown hair, aged approximately 18 - 24 (it was difficult to tell, he is not known to me in real-life). He was dressed in urban clothing and had a necklace, which my eyes were drawn to. It looked as if it was made out of round gold beads, but it looked suitable for a male to wear and not overtly feminine as it might sound in the description. I approached the table and was informed by the party (I cannot remember who actually spoke) that the boys were all related to the middle-aged couple and they were all on holiday for the purposes of attending a stag party that evening. The males told me I could join them. I instantly wished I didn't have plans. I had another conversation with HW in the bar. I asked if we could forget our arrangements and go to the stag party instead, but HW refused, telling me we must stick to our original plans. 

Gold beaded necklace, like that worn by the male in my dream

I was then serving behind the bar of the 'Duncan Bar', which was crowded with people drinking. It was quite dark, as it usually would be in real-life. There were many people standing at the bar, talking to me as I served drinks. One of the male drinkers told me the stag party was being held in Upper Sheringham, a couple of miles away, and I was pleased to know it was close, but I was frustrated at not being able to convince HW to go there with me. It seemed that all the customers in the pub knew of the party. I was then standing in a lift with the male I had noticed earlier. He was now wearing fashionable glasses and a sky blue T-shirt, but I saw his necklace again. He was standing very close and I could see he was only a couple of inches taller than I was. I told him I wanted to attend the party with him so that I could get to know him better. He leaned in and kissed me full on the lips. I woke up.

The Two Lifeboats Hotel - with the Augusta and Duncan Bars

The Two Lifeboats Hotel as viewed from the promenade - the red 'X' marks the bay window where the couple were seated and were later joined by the group of male family members

Dream 40

I was in my 'dream town' location. I thought I had gone for some form of 'consultation' as I was in a waiting-room area. This was known to me somehow, as the room did not look like a traditional waiting-room. It was in a wooden shack with very bright lights - sort of like a log cabin. Outside the window was a mix of city and alpine forest. I could see the stars very clearly through the window. Soon, I found myself in another room, again brightly lit, with wooden walls. The room was very small and taken up by a table. I was sitting on one side and on the other was a male (unknown to me in real-life). He was white with curly black hair. He was wearing a business suit. He said: "I know what you're thinking" and gestured towards his face, smiling at me. I didn't know what he was talking about. He said: "Bugs Bunny, right?!" and I just agreed with him as that's what I thought he wanted me to do. He did not look like Bugs Bunny. I wondered if he was poking fun at me because my two front teeth are noticeably larger than the rest of my top row. 

Bugs Bunny

The dream transitioned and I was in halls of residence of the university in this town, which are nothing like those of the various learning institutions I have attended in real-life. It was still night. I was in a dining room which seemed to be on a first or second floor with wall-to-ceiling windows, with no curtains. The city/alpine scenery was still the main view from the window. I was sitting next to the curly haired male and was surprised to find that he was now more attractive. He appeared to be somewhat younger than before (where he appeared to be late 20s or early 30s, now he looked early 20s) and was dressed casually, although I cannot remember specifically what he was wearing. I felt very close to him. I got the impression, without him saying so aloud, that he was leaving and I desperately wanted him to stay. He had a pile of books which I only noticed at this point. 

Alpine city landscapes

I was then in a university hallway which has an outside connecting walkway to the next part of the corridor. I think this image was based on a memory of  an area of York University (Langwith College? I think that where most of the English/Arts based lectures/seminars took place and I think this was my college), but I knew I wasn't actually at York and the exterior of the campus was very different, although nothing appeared 'odd' or out of place in the dream. Whilst I was standing at the doorway, by some stairs - facing  towards the covered outside walkway, there was a rush of students around me. I had thoughts at this point of talk show hosts Michael Parkinson and then Jonathan Ross (it sounds random, but it was as if I were 'remembering' something in the dream - or that I was having a synethesia-response to the location which I had 'forgotten' until seeing that place again, even if in a dream - I haven't been to York University for 8 years now). I walked outside, along the walkway and back into the building through the next set of doors. It was daylight now. There were posters of Pre Raphaelite artworks (in real-life I had recently been excited to see an exhibition of the PRB artists would be shown at the National Gallery in September of this year. I think I associate the area I entered in my dream with history of art lectures at York). There were more students crowding around in the corridor. I tried to speak to some of them as I walked through. Everyone seemed to be getting ready for something and too busy to stop and speak to me. I went off in search of the curly haired male. When I got back to the dining-room I was told by some seated male students, there was a festival being held on the university campus field and that was where everyone would be. They seemed to know I was looking for someone even though I do not remember specifically mentioning this. I felt happy and excited about the prospect of a festival. I received a text. My mobile phone was a smart-phone type and much better than the cheap Nokia I use in real-life. The curly haired male had text me. Annoyingly, in the dream I did not check what name appeared on the phone - I wasn't trying to find out what he was called as it seemed like I already knew his name - it is my waking mind which wishes I had checked in the dream. The text said: 'Come now'. I felt overjoyed.

Since writing up this dream, I investigated the buildings referred to above - searching for the University of York, and in particular, Langwith College. I found that my dream did show me these places, which would have been stored in my visual memory, dating back to the period 2000 - 2003. Below are some of the images which best show the specific areas referred to in my dream - namely Langwith and Derwent Colleges which are linked by outside walkways. I am convinced, however, that my dream did not depict either Langwith or Derwent College 100% accurately, but rather combined aspects of both as composite images.

The entrance to Derwent College, University of York

Passageway in Langwith College, University of York

Langwith College, University of York

The distance between Langwith and Derwent Colleges (facing Derwent), University of York

Dream 39

I do not recall the start of my dream, but I had a false awakening. I found myself lying in bed and could hear Irish women outside the door of the bedroom, saying: "They have all the pots and pans in this room..." They sounded angry. I asked myself if I was still asleep and dreaming, and decided it was likely, but then'saw' the plates from last night's snacks on the desk (which were there in real-life) and thought perhaps I was really awake after all. I did not become fully lucid - or I would have had to have concluded I was still asleep. Shortly after my false awakening of sorts, PS's phone rang. He answered and it was CJS. She said that she was at the shops and asked if there was anything we wanted her to collect for us. At this time, the light was on in the bedroom and I was sitting at my desk and PS was seated at his. I said I wanted orange juice and PS said he wanted chocolate (this is typically what we would ask for in real-life). It seemed as if CJS instantly appeared with the items and then left again. I looked to the side of my desk and saw a large box of Terry's Chocolate Orange segments. I said: "I wanted orange juice, not chocolate orange". PS had a large box of chocolates, but the box was empty. I passed him the Terry's Chocolate Orange box, but when we looked inside there were only two sweets left.

The dream transitioned and PS and I were in a well-lit lounge in the evening. The night before this dream (real-life) we had visited our friend DJA at his mum's house in Northampton. The lounge in the dream was similar to that at DJA's, as the door; television (similarly used for playing console games in the dream); windows; and some of the chairs were positioned in the same locations. However the room appeared to be more square and there was a beanbag in front of the television. The room was occupied by a group of males - I am not sure of their actual identities, but they appeared to be our friends. PS and I were standing, watching them play computer games. Then, into the room walked another male. He was tall, with messy blonde hair and appeared to be a cross between Kurt Cobain and Owen Wilson (a day or so before this dream, PS and I had discussed these two celebrities, also referencing Courtney Love, late wife of Cobain who had randomly accused UK comedian Steve Coogan of causing the suicide attempt of Own Wilson - a person PS and I both dislike. We had also been listening to Nirvana songs the day before this dream). The male, whom I will refer to as KO, was wearing a navy blue T-shirt and baggy beige shorts with a metal studded belt. His shorts were low and his white boxer shorts were fully visible. He had a backpack with him as well, on one shoulder. He sat down (with his back to us) on the beanbag and proceeded to play the computer game with the others. He turned round and smiled at us. I got the impression he was a joker and supposedly the life and soul of the party. I said to PS: "Should we make him be our slave?" PS agreed that we should.

KO was then stood in front of us. He was wearing a beige suit. PS and I had renamed him 'Donald McRonald' (in real-life we jokingly refer to our friend DJA as 'Steve McDonald' from Coronation Street as he bears a slight resemblance). He was tasked with doing whatever pranks we felt like making him do. We were suddenly at a party. There was a young female with short brown hair, wearing a purple velvet dress (it looked very 1990s style). She had small silver dangly earrings - like miniature baubles. PS and I told Donald McRonald that he should pretend he thought her earrings were her breasts and to touch them and tell her he thought she had "nice tits". PS and I thought this was so funny, we were crying tears of laughter. When he actually did what we told him, and approached the woman telling her that her earrings were "nice tits", we fell on the floor, laughing even harder. We were so shocked at the level of power we now had over him. It felt like the funniest thing that had ever happened. We then told Ronald McDonald to block the toilets of the party, this again making us laugh. We told him to go onto the roof and jump off. I am not sure what happened next, as I was walking down a staircase in an old mansion - I thought I was heading for the 'scullery'. Instead I came out in the Two Lifeboats Hotel - the seafront pub/hotel managed by my mum, where I also used to work around college and university. I used to love those days. I was walking through the restaurant, into the sea-facing bar. My mum's friend, and owner of the business, DW was there, folding sheets. I told her I was there to help. It seemed there was to be a big celebration - some form of party or perhaps the town carnival events. The bar was filling up with people as the sun was setting outside. I was surrounded by my friends and family. I felt very happy. 

Terry's Chocolate Orange - individual segments in box

Kurt Cobain/Owen Wilson hybrid - Donald McRonald

The Two Lifeboats Hotel, Sheringham, North Norfolk