Dream 463

'Trust Me, I'm a Lawyer'

Dream date: 26 June 2015

I was in an environment which I cannot really describe because it was both inside and outside at the same time. The inside part was dark and I think there was water which was visible - perhaps a lake or the sea, or maybe just a large swimming pool. There were also steps (to the left, adjacent to the water) which led to the outside - and more water, surrounding this entire area, which was grey concrete. 

There was no visible furniture or fixtures in the inside part of the environment - only some kind of rail or barrier (I think this was what was enclosing the water) which was waist height, and a counter or surface. There may have been some blue lights, because I recall the scene was illuminated this way. The bottom of the steps were 'inside' (there was some kind of partial roof) and then at the top, there was a second open air level, which reminded me slightly of an area on my university campus (some outside steps which lead from  the road level to the 'upper walkway') and also more of the lake/sea/swimming pool. It was daylight and the sky was grey and cloudy.

I was aware that LD intended to marry me the next day. I was not happy at all. I am not sure (from what I knew to be true in the dream/my 'dream thoughts' and also what I can recall upon waking) that I was even in a proper relationship with LD - there was no sense that he was my boyfriend/fiancé, or that I had any feelings of love for him. There was just a feeling of crushing oppression and misery.

I was discussing the forthcoming marriage with dream characters - including my mum and either my nan or my stepdad. They seemed to be more positive and excited about the prospect than I was. I was trying to think of any way in which I could avoid getting married and was growing increasingly angry at LD (not present) for trying to 'trap me'. I started to argue with my family and the dream characters that I did not want to get married at all. I realised at this point that they were already dressed up for the wedding - my mum was wearing a dark rusty orange colour with a round fascinator on her head in a matching colour (not what my mum would normally wear in my opinion, but then she has never had to get dressed up for one of my (non-existent) wedding parties). 

I was pacing about, stressed and anxious. I then said: 'I can't marry him anyway, he's already married!' (this realisation came to me in an instant and seemed like the best get-out clause possible). My mum (or nan) said that this did not matter and I said (incredulously, sarcastically): 'Oh, is bigamy legal now then?' Someone (unrecalled who) said: 'He can get divorced then!' I laughed (sarcastically as I was feeling angry still) and said: 'In less than one day! That's not possible!' My family was trying to argue this point with me, and at this stage in the dream, I realised I was in the 'Blue Bar' section of my university Student Union bar, standing beside the bar. I explained that as a lawyer, I was aware of the 5 legal grounds for divorce, which is an irretrievable breakdown of the marriage caused by:

• Adultery
• Unreasonable behaviour
• Desertion (for 2 years in the last 2.5 years)
• Living separately for 2 years - agree to the divorce
• Living apart for 5 years - regardless of agreement to divorce

I gave these reasons as a form of a list, ticking them off my fingers. My nan asked how I knew this information so I said: 'I studied Family Law!' Someone said: 'The marriage could be annulled' to which I explained that it could not, as LD and his wife had lived together for approximately a year following the marriage and therefore had no right to an annulment as it was neither 'void' (not legally valid due to age, familial relationship, fraud or bigamy) or 'voidable' (defective due to a lack of consent, no consummation, presence of an STD or female pregnant by a man other than husband at time of marriage). Someone said: 'Fraud might work...' to which I responded: 'It's me being frauded!' I was becoming more helpless in trying to argue that there could be no legal marriage - and that I did not want to marry LD anyway. A male dream character (unknown to me in real-life), wearing a grey suit led me up the steps to the outside level. There was some discussion with him which I cannot recall. While we were walking up the steps, a black dog ran past us really fast.

I was then in a toy shop - it was large, with a mezzanine level. I was standing on this mezzanine floor, beside the wooden stairs. I saw that beside a display of some toys, was a basket containing white fluffy puppies. Angelina Jolie was present. She asked an employee: 'Are these for sale?' (meaning the puppies). The employee told her they were, and Angelina grabbed them and ran down the stairs and out of the shop. I was aware that she was liberating/saving them and supported her actions. I shouted to her (as she disappeared out of the store): 'You go Angelina!'

I was then in my nan's house, standing in the doorway between the living-room and the kitchen. A female (known to me, cannot recall who) was standing at the sink. This female was asking me about the chests of my ex-boyfriends (i.e. did they have chest hair?) I said that several of my ex-boyfriends had smooth chests. I then saw that I was standing next to a composite character of MT/HL (both of whom are ethnically Chinese) - I pulled up his shirt (he was also wearing blue jeans with a leather belt) to show his smooth chest.

I was then in a room which looked like a post office or a bank. There was a counter with a roped off section where customers queued, and to the side (in front of the entrance), a small table and some chairs. I was seated at the small table, with PS and some other dream characters (unrecalled). Standing in the queue to be served was a middle-aged woman with grey hair, She was quite fat and dressed in a raincoat (grey). I was telling PS and the dream characters how she was disabled, although I am not sure what her disability actually was, as it was not obvious in the dream and I did not state specifically. I then saw she was accompanied by an older black male - who closely resembled Lawrence Fishburne. I told the people I was with: 'He's auditioning with her to be angels'. We watched them stand quietly in the queue for a while and then I realised I was holding a brown envelope/letter (although I did not read the writing on the envelope). I said: 'It's her (meaning the middle-aged woman) appeal paperwork'. PS asked me what I meant and I said: 'She disagreed with a decision of the court, so she appealed'. None of my companions seemed to know what an appeal was, so I said: 'I'm a lawyer so I've handled appeals. You tell the court why the decision was wrong and then they hear the case' (this is a very simplistic explanation, but it was sufficient in the dream). 

I then woke up from this dream.

TIME: 09:30 - 14:00 hours (I woke up from this dream)

LUCIDITY: None

SPECIAL NOTES: REM rebound effect from recent cannabis use

Dream Information:

• LD is a male who I have known for a long time. We used to chat on the internet (as he lives near my home town and I live in the city, about 45 minutes away and we never met up). LD and I are still 'officially' friends, but we stopped talking because he was looking for a romantic committed relationship with a woman and I was not interested in this. He disliked my views on romance (hate it - I would prefer to have a sexual relationship without 'love') and 'slut-shamed' me for confessing that I like to make pornographic photographs for my sexual partners (of which he was not one, he never got off the bench to be fair). Paradoxically, although he said he was a 'romantic guy looking for love' and not like 'most men' who were only wanting to use women for sex (he really isn't much of a modern feminist, is he?). I made it very clear I did not want a relationship of any kind and further, I wasn't going to have sex with him. I would never have sex with someone who prioritised love and intimacy from the outset, because it doesn't excite me and leads to confusion and consequential stress if I want casual fun and the other person wants long-term commitment. Plus I was not available sexually at that point anyway. He then decided I wasn't even worth talking to as a friend (proving he was only white-knighting/trying to sweet-talk me because of an agenda he could not admit to himself) - and completely stopped all communication with me. These details are quite in-depth, but necessary to explain the strong reaction I had to the dream

Dreamsigns:

• I was being forced into a marriage which I was opposed to - although in the dream I maintained my real-life anti-marriage stance, the fact I was being forced/rail-roaded into it was an impossible scenario (IA - Inner Awareness/C - Context)
• My family seemed to doubt my knowledge of the law (IA - Inner Awareness)

Recurrent Dream Themes:
None of note

Potential Day/Dream Residue:

• LD is still married to a woman who I dislike, although they are estranged, having broken up quite soon after the marriage. I was aware of their wedding, not only because I saw the photographs on Facebook and my family told me about it - and I saw him on his 'Stag Night' when my companion (a male called MS) got into a violent brawl (on the train and at the train station) with members of the Stag Party (the bride-to-be's thuggish brother and step-father). The police attended the scene and I had to do the talking (as a qualified lawyer, all my friends expect me to deal with 'the law', even when I'm clearly intoxicated, as I was that night). I had been describing the 'Fight Night' (I also fought with MS that night because he was out of control drunk and in a nasty mood) to my friend, JD - who happens to know MS and had seen him at a party recently. It may be that this conversation about MS and 'Fight Night' brought associated memories of LD, his 'Stag Night' and subsequent failed marriage
• I have been watching Peep Show Series 4 - in which the main story arc is how Mark is 'accidentally' engaged to be married to Sophie (my actual first name is Sophie!), the long-term object of his romantic obsession - but now wants to avoid marrying her at all costs as he has come to his senses
• I told JD and DL - on separate occasions in the past week - that I am 'against the concept of marriage' as anything more than a legal contract between parties to ensure their security. Being married does not make a relationship more committed or loving or stable/resilient - to me, commitment means knowing you can walk away at any point without having to legally dissolve the relationship (at a cost); and divide assets and finances - but choosing to stay in the relationship and make it work regardless. I also dislike wedding ceremonies. I do support marriage equality though - everyone should have the right to marry and be happy (or divorce and be miserable!)
• I have recently (throughout the past week) seen many parents dressed formally for the Graduation Ceremonies held at my university
• I saw a reference to 'bigamy' online the other day (in relation to a celebrity male whom I cannot recall who was under suspicion of being a bigamist). Then, more recently, I was discussing an idea for a new reality TV show with DL - where celebrity contestants would be forced to marry one another and compete at tasks to avoid the public voting them off the show. I said the celebrities' real-life spouses would watch and comment on the action from the TV studio. DL asked how the celebrities could 'marry' on the show if they were already married - and I joked that the TV production company would try and petition Parliament for bigamy to be repealed and polygamous marriage to be legalised
• I saw some online news articles about Angelina Jolie the day of this dream while reading the celebrity sections
• I am a member of various 'dog' pages on Facebook, and recently got into a debate about the private buying (as opposed to shelter-rescue) of dogs. I think buying dogs is fine - because if they are unsold, they may end up neglected, mistreated or in a shelter anyway, so buying is still 'saving' them. However, many of the group members think buying a puppy encourages unethical and cruel backyard breeding, so this is a hot topic of debate
• A few days before this dream I had a conversation with DL about male body hair and personal grooming, during which I mentioned that several of my exes had little body hair and many of my ex partners also like to de-fuzz certain parts of their body. I had mentioned that neither MT, HL or PS had chest hair
• I have recently been watching Lawrence Fishburne play 'Jack Crawford' in Hannibal
• In an episode of Peep Show which I watched the day of this dream, Jeremy receives a brown envelope containing an order that he attend jury duty at Crown Court - a credit card fraud trial

Waking Thoughts & Emotions:
I had no strong waking thoughts or emotions linked to this dream. I did not enjoy the prospect of being forced into a marriage I did not want, but this scene was more frustrating than exciting or scary and the rest of the action in the dream seemed quite banal or 'flat'. I didn't really feel connected to this dream - I experienced it from the first-person perspective and was part of the action, but I felt like I was wandering through the dream environment and casually engaging with the dream characters rather than 'experiencing' the dream world on a deeper or more thought/feeling-provoking level. I would liken this dream experience to be similar to watching a bad movie, but having no power to change the channel. It's entertainment, but weak and out of your control.

Dream 462

'The Corpse in the Garden'

Dream date: 25 June 2015 (Evening Nap)

I was with someone - I think it was DL, but it may have been PS, or a composite character - and three other dream characters. I cannot recall these dream characters, other than they were female and my friends in the dream. One of them was called 'Stina' or 'Steena'. I do not remember what any of them looked like - it was night and very dark. We were by a lake/river, sitting on a wooden jetty - or perhaps it was a raft, moored to the embankment. I was laying across the wooden raft object, while the DL/PS and the other three female dream characters were sitting on the edges. I must have 'fallen asleep' while laying on the raft, as I 'woke up' (in the dream, although this felt normal and was not a real 'waking up'). I then noticed that 'Stina' had fallen into the water and drowned, although she was still somehow clinging onto the side of the raft. I could see her hands in the dark. DL/PS and the females (and I) were all panicking, fearing that we would be blamed for Stina's death - accused of murdering her. DL/PS dragged her out of the water, but she was clearly dead and could not be resuscitated.

I then found myself in my nan's back garden - it was sunny and daylight. DL/PS told me that he was going to dispose of Stina's body so that we would not be linked with her death. He would go up to the compost heap at the top of my nan's garden and do it there. However, instead of my nan's garden looking as it should in real-life, it was opened up at the back so that you could continue walking for several more meters (in real-life, this would lead to the back gardens on the houses behind my nan's house and eventually onto the road). My nan's compost heap was now double the distance away and to get there you had to walk across her next-door neighbour's garden. The hedge which separates the neighbour's garden from our's was half gone, providing access. It was also much larger than in real-life. I tried to get an image on Google Maps/Google Earth, but it only shows the front of the house or from such a height that you cannot see the back garden anyway. I have drawn a basic diagram to illustrate the garden as it appears in real-life and a second to show how it appeared in the dream.

I watched DL/PS head off to the top of the gardens, to dispose of Stina's body. He walked in the direction of the arrow in the second diagram, below. I did not see him take the body with him, but I was aware that he was going to use a circular saw to chop her body up. I also knew that instead of having a skeleton, she had a single solid bone structure underneath her skin. I saw this in my mind's eye. It looked like meat with bone in the middle (see image below). I could then see that both my nan's and her neighbour's gardens were filled with dream characters walking around in the sunshine. This worried me slightly, especially as I then saw the neighbour emerging from his house (which was adjacent to my nan's, rather than next door). I was concerned that someone might see DL/PS and the dead body. 

Suddenly, from the gap in the hedge between the gardens, I saw a male dream character emerge - with some unknown companions (see the second diagram and the area marked '1st meeting with Stig/LJ'). This dream character was a composite of 'Stig' and LJ or LJ's (elder?) brother (see below for explanation of this confusion as to the dream character). I knew he was a 'kingpin' of some sort. I stopped to talk to him. He said: 'Murder suspects have been arrested at the University of Georgia' (the Eurasian country, not the US state). I wondered if Georgia was in Russia (I know for a fact that it is not, but in the dream I did not know). I then felt fear - I wondered if these 'Russian' arrests were linked to the death of Stina and whether DL/PS and I had been caught or found out somehow and this was a trick to get me to confess. I was very anxious and walked away from Stig/LJ, towards the 2 or 3 small concrete steps which are halfway down the garden (there is a path and rockery which separates my nan's garden into 3 sections of lawn and one of concrete (see first diagram). 

I noticed (in horror) that Stina's corpse - in a chair-like gurney was positioned on the corner of the top right lawn, beside the path/steps down to the lower part of the garden (indicated with an 'S' on the second diagram). The corpse was rotting/decayed and bright green - it looked like a zombie. As I walked past it, I smelled (very clearly) rotting human flesh. I have never smelled rotting flesh in real-life, but in the dream, the smell was instantly recognisable and the most disgusting smell I have ever experienced in a dream. I cannot describe how bad this was. No-one else seemed to notice Stina's corpse, and I felt anxious, wondering why DL/PS had just left it there! I then stood beside the rockery/top step of the path (which in real-life would be a couple of paces away from where Stina's corpse was, but in the dream - where the garden had larger dimensions - I was several feet away and could no longer smell rotting flesh. I stood facing the shrubs (indicated on the second diagram as '2nd meeting with Stig/LJ') and started a conversation with Stig/LJ who was standing there with his companions. I kept confusing LJ with LH/SH - and wondering (in the dream) if they were somehow linked. The only (dream) conclusion I could reach was that LJ and his brother lived in the same small village as my friend, SVF; and I had mistakenly believed that LH & SH also lived in this village (I think they lived in my town, Sheringham). I thought I should ask SVF to clarify this next time I saw her (although in real-life I have lost touch with her as she is not on social networking and I have no phone number for her). I started (anxiously) to tell Stig/LJ about Stina (even though her corpse was behind me, Stig/LJ had not indicated that he had seen it - and none of the dream characters were reacting to it at all). Stig/LJ said: 'Don't talk about it!' - he was warning me not to break the secret in case I got in trouble. I had a deep sense of guilt - not remorse, but rather feelings of being culpable and fear that I would be caught by police. I did not feel bad that Stina was dead - I had no emotional response other than a desire to protect myself and DL/PS from the legal repercussions - and to remove Stina's corpse from my nan's garden. I thought of the word 'King' again - in relation to Stig/LJ & his brother/LH & SH - all these males were blurred into one in my mind and I knew that I was confusing several different people, some of whom I have not had cause to think about since childhood - and even then, were not important or notable figures in my life, just acquaintances who I rarely spoke to, if at all. 

I went into my nan's house via the back door (which was logical given I had been in the back garden). My nan was sitting on the sofa in the living-room. The entire room - and the kitchen next door - were filled with huge pans of boiling vegetables - even though there were no heat sources underneath most of the pans (the ones not on the stove top) - it seemed they were being cooked while on the floor/the dining table/the chairs etc. The vegetables were all massive - including cauliflowers, broccolis, cabbages, spinach etc. They looked fresh and appetising - as well as decorative and exotic. My nan asked me something about the garden and I said: 'Promise me you won't go into the garden because there is something you mustn't see there!' (Stina's corpse).

I was then in a different scene - it looked like the backstage area of the Jeremy Kyle Show. I was standing with DL/PS and two male dream characters (older than us, wearing business suits). I was aware that DL/PS had now disposed of Stina's corpse and I was relieved. We were in some kind of amiable conversation with the two elder male dream characters. DL/PS then handed me a present. It was two items of makeup. The first was a pink lip pencil. I thought: 'This is carnation pink'. I swatched it on my arm and was pleased to see that it was highly pigmented. The other item was a round compact. At first, I thought it was the same as one which I already owned (a pink-toned highlight powder), but as I looked closer I realised that the case was not clear (and showing the product through the lid). The compact seemed to change as soon as I questioned whether it was the same as my real-life makeup item. The case of the compact was made of pink plastic, with a scallop-shaped edge (which made it look like a shell) and little blue decorative dots. I did not actually own this item already and was extremely impressed and pleased with the choices DL/PS had made when buying me items of makeup. I thanked him and everyone seemed happy.

TIME: 17:45 - 21:00 hours (I woke up from this dream)

LUCIDITY: None

SPECIAL NOTES: I smoked cannabis shortly before this dream and ate cheese (high in Vitamin B6/tryptophan) just before I went to sleep

Dream Information:

• I have dated both PS and DL
• Stig is a UK hip hop artist who is known to me as a friend of my friends
• LJ (I am not entirely sure these are his initials or whether I am confusing him with his brother, whose name I could not recall) is a boy who I knew vaguely from childhood. He was a little older than me and used to live in the same village as my friend, SVF. He and his brother were not well-behaved at school (as far as I can recall) and my friend NN and I used to see them outside of school and imagine they were involved in criminal activities (with very little evidence or reason). I think this dream character was supposed to be the elder of the two 'James' brothers, but I can only remember one of their first names
• LH & SH are also brothers who I knew during my childhood - and were also trouble-makers at school. One (SH) was in the year below me and the other (LH) was in the year above me. They may have been friends with the James brothers, since we all lived in a small, close-knit community - also, LJ and LH share the same first name which may also account for the confusion

Dreamsigns:

• My nan's back garden was different in appearance (F - Form)
• The disposal of the body and the odd skeletal structure of Stina (A - Action/F - Form)
• I was confused as to the identity of dream characters (IA - Inner Awareness/F - Form)
• I was confused as to whether Georgia was in Russia, even though I am aware they are separate countries (IA - Inner Awareness)
• My nan's house was filled with massive pans of boiling vegetables which did not need heat sources to cook (A - Action/F -Form)
• The makeup item seemed to change as soon as I questioned whether it was the same as one I already owned in real-life (A- Action/F - Form)

Recurrent Dream Themes:
None of note

Potential Day/Dream Residue:

• I spend a lot of time by the lake/river which is just outside my house in Norwich - there are wooden jetties along the embankment which you can sit on
• Earlier in the day (before this dream), DL and I were discussing the recent case of Sandra Bland - a black female who was arrested for motoring offences in Texas and died in very suspicious circumstances earlier this month. It is officially claimed that Bland committed suicide in the police cells, but the indication is that she was unlawfully killed by the police and this has been covered up. The mugshot released of Bland shows her appearing to be dressed in orange prison overalls (it is not usual for a suspect to be dressed in these until after booking in) and has oddities (such as the position of her shoulders and hair, which make it seem as if she is laying down, not standing up; a slackening of the flesh on one side of her face; and a background which looks like the floor, not a wall) which have led to speculations that Bland is actually already dead in the mugshot (and therefore killed by police, not the victim of a later suicide). There was no CCTV footage of the area outside Bland's cell for a period of 90 minutes before she was 'found' dead. This story horrified me - not only because of a potential homicide cover-up by police, but also the implications of institutional racism within the American police forces which this case highlights - Bland was a civil rights activist who had spoken out about police brutality and racial discrimination
• The day of this dream I discussed David Cronenberg's Crash (1996) with DL - and people with amputation fetishes
• The day before this dream I watched an episode of Hannibal (NBC TV series) which included the removal of skin from bone (an amateur face transplant); discussions about chopping up bodies and eating the flesh; and images of Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham strapped to gurneys - which were upright, like chairs
• The week before this dream I watched a live performance by The Prodigy on TV - SH used to have his hair styled like Keith Flint (shaved with an asymmetrical neon green mohawk) which led to his suspension from school. This may be why I thought of him in this dream, although I am not sure why I was getting him confused with the James brothers
• Shortly before I fell asleep I made a huge tray of cauliflower cheese - which involved boiling a large pan of water to cook the cauliflower florets in
• The day of this dream I watched an episode of The Jeremy Kyle Show which featured the backstage area
• Shortly before this dream I had a conversation with DL in which I said I really liked the colour 'carnation pink'

Waking Thoughts & Emotions:
This dream was very unsettling - but not scary. I was more disturbed by the smell of the decaying corpse and how vivid my olfactory (smell) senses were in this dream and how clearly I could remember everything - including my 'dream thoughts'.

My nan's garden - the actual version above, and the dream version below. The pink area represents the section which was 'opened up' i.e, the separating/partition hedge was gone so you could walk through to the neighbour's garden. At the top was a communal compost heap area, where DL/PS planned to chop up and dispose of Stina's body. The rest of the garden looked close to how it appears in real-life (although the shrubs/small trees in the rockery are no longer there as my stepdad got rid of them to try and grow vegetables in this area). However, the size/dimensions of my nan/her neighbour's garden seemed bigger and the entire area was populated by dream characters, walking in the sunshine. It was the number of dream characters present which indicated that both gardens were much larger than usual.

Dream 461

'Sudoku Puzzles'

Dream date: 23 June 2015

I was with CC and I had to select one from a number of square grey objects, which may have been boxes. 

I was then in a dark room - which may have been a cellar or warehouse. A group of (unidentified/unknown) dream characters were seated in a circle. These dream characters were cool 'hipster' types. My mum was present. She was telling me that she had bought me some Sudoku books. I wondered why she had done this, as I have dyscalculia (number dyslexia) - and although I have taught myself how to do Sudoku puzzles, I have to make a lot of notes (I have to copy out the grid and mark the 'impossible' numbers at the top of each square, before working out what the possible answers for each square are using actual visualisations  of the numbers, rather than mental calculations. This takes me more than double the time a competent person would need for a simple puzzle). I then saw that Pewdiepie was one of the 'hipsters' and I was in a relationship with him. I was very pleased about this and felt proud, but distracted by the idea of having to do Sudoku. There was some conversations with my mum, Pewdiepie and the hipster dream characters.

I was then tasked with getting a pink mousse (a dessert) from a location elsewhere. This involved my leaving the dark cellar/warehouse building by going down or up a big case of concrete steps. I was also in the process of scoring some cannabis at the same time. I bought the pink dessert from a young female dream character (with shoulder-length black hair) in a (basic looking - I only saw the counter) shop. It cost me £40. I think I also bought cannabis from the same shop, but I cannot specifically remember buying it from the female shop assistant, only the fact I later had some in my possession. The pink dessert was in a ring (doughnut) shape - so a circle with a hole in the middle. It was in a clear plastic moulded package. As I returned to the cellar/warehouse, I was aware that I had been 'ripped off' with the price - the dessert was only worth £3, not £40. I then tried to calculate if the £40 also included the price of my cannabis - but could not do the basic maths at all. Everything seemed confusing and I was angry that I could not perform mental arithmetic to work out if I had been defrauded by the shop assistant. I had a mental image (this may have been a 'thought' rather than me actually seeing this happen) of the female shop assistant laughing at my misfortune. 

In the cellar/warehouse, there was a Topshop sale - it was made up exclusively of popular vintage pieces which had been relaunched. I started to browse the rails of garments, all of which were very over-priced. I then found a leopard print faux fur jacket which I really liked. I looked at the price tag and saw that it cost £17. I was surprised, as all the other items were over £100. I then looked closely at the handwritten price tag and noticed the jacket was actually £514, but the numbers had been written very badly which is why I had misread it (the '5' was almost joined to the '£' sign). I kept reading and re-reading the price tag, but it now very clearly said '£514'. I wondered how I was able to see and read these numbers in the dream state - they were now very easy to read.

There were other parts of this dream which included:

• Laundry (white garments/sheets) flapping on a washing line
• EB - and some kind of 'race' or sporting activity
• A violin

TIME: 00:30 - 11:00 hours (I woke up from this dream)

LUCIDITY: Pre-Lucid - I questioned how I was able to read numbers in a dream state, without becoming fully lucid

SPECIAL NOTES: I smoked cannabis shortly before this dream

Dream Information:

• CC is a mature woman who is friends with my mum
• Pewdiepie is a very popular and successful Youtuber
• EB is my former male best friend who I had to 'cut off' because of his behaviour which was causing me more hassle than his continued friendship was worth

Dreamsigns:

• I was in a relationship with Pewdiepie (C - Context)
• I could not perform basic maths (IA - Inner Awareness/A - Action)
• I wondered how I was able to read numbers in the dream state (IA - Inner Awareness/A - Action)

Recurrent Dream Themes:

• Cannabis

Potential Day/Dream Residue:

• I watched an episode of The Ricky Gervais Show in which Karl Pilkington mentioned Sudoku and then made penis jokes about it - referring to it as 'Suck-cock-o' (Ricky Gervais refers to it as 'Suck-dick-o')
• The day of this dream I had watched the final episode of Celebrity Masterchef, where the winning contestant, Kimberly Wyatt made a bright pink (rhubarb) mousse in a glass
• The day before this dream I had read an article which stated that Topshop was relaunching a number of 'vintage' favourites across all of it's previous fashion lines - some of these garments were reasonably priced and others were much more expensive - several hundred pounds each
• Shortly before I went to sleep I watched an episode of Peep Show in which Jeremy buys Mark a violin using a credit card stolen from Mark's boss, Johnson

Waking Thoughts & Emotions:
This dream was quite banal to me - not exciting or interesting. I had no specific waking thoughts or emotions.

* I have forgotten some aspects of this dream, but if I recall anything further, I will record it below.

Dream 460 (DOUBLE LUCID DREAM)

'Killing a Junkie with a Pitchfork through the Throat (then Bringing him Back to Life Again)'

Dream date: 20 June 2015

I was with LF and NN in Sheringham - near the train station, beside the little row of businesses (one of which was the hairdressers where NN used to work). It was daylight and I was aware that it was the afternoon. The sun was shining. I was aware that I had to go somewhere with members of my family, including my cousin, HM. I had a satchel-type bag which was decorated with many rainbow colours. Inside the bag was my purse, phone and keys, some cannabis and a grinder. I put the bag on the ground (as indicated in the Google Maps image). I was distracted by a dream character and walked a short distance away. 

Something then prompted me to turn around and look at the traffic on the road behind me. There was a mature white woman with dark hair (an unknown dream character) riding a bicycle in the middle of the road. I had an urge to approach her. I pulled back her head and looked at her forehead (which was very large) closely. I could see the pattern on her skin, which looked like a fractal design. This made me become fully lucid, suddenly. 

In order to stabilise the dream, I decided to rub my left thigh with my hand, as this technique had worked in a recent lucid dream. I realised I was wearing a red mini-skirt. The dream was clear and stable. I then decided to explore the lucid dream world. I had to get my bag (from behind me on the ground) again. I turned and saw it - it was surrounded by milk chocolate buttons, just where I left it. Again, I was distracted by a dream character, and when I looked at the ground again, my bag was gone. I knew it had been stolen, and I could see a white male dream character (wearing a dark hooded top) running away (in the direction indicated on the image, below). I decided to chase him, and soon lost sight, although I knew which direction to run in. 

Soon, I entered an area which I knew was not in Sheringham. I wondered where I was, but could find no clues. The area is shown in the diagram below. I was standing on a concrete path. To my right and in front of me were some tall apartment buildings - with blue doors. To my left were some parking spaces for cars, which were separated with green hedgerows. This gave the impression of allotments/gardens. There were bright, pretty flowers in the grass. I could hear a noise which sounded distinctly like a police radio and I was sure that the police must be close by. I decided to investigate - and looked at the parked cars in the parking space. The police radio noise was coming from the third parked car, which was red. It was not a radio, but the sound of the car alarm going off. 

I decided to enter the first apartment block on my right. I went to the doorway, which opened for me, and entered the front entrance, then decided that as I was going to confront a criminal (the bag snatcher), I needed a weapon. I looked in front of me for a weapon, and saw a pitchfork on the concrete path. I picked this up and then re-entered the apartment block. Standing in the entrance, by a flight of stairs, was a white female dream character - a junkie/drug addict. I pushed past her, telling her I was visiting a tenant of the apartments. I went up one flight of stairs to the doorway of a flat, which was opened by the bag snatcher. I realised he was also a junkie/drug addict. My first thought was that he looked like 'Kurtis Stryker' a character from Mortal Kombat 3 (the 1995 video game, not the movie adaptation). I then tried to think which actor 'Stryker' used to remind me of - at first I though (in error) 'Sean Bean' - and the dream character morphed to look more like Sean Bean; and then I remembered that I meant 'Woody Harrelson' and the dream character morphed to look just like him instead. I realised that this was happening because I was in a lucid dream, but the fact that every time I had a new thought the dream imagery changed to reflect it was frustrating. It was as if my thoughts were being visually projected immediately as they arose. The male dream character was wearing a red plaid lumberjack shirt and his hair was very blonde. He started to say something to me and I thrust the pitchfork straight through his throat, which skewered him to the wall outside his flat. Blood gushed and he was making grunting/moaning noises, obviously dying. I wanted to go into his flat, and felt I had been needlessly violent too early on, so I pulled the pitchfork out of the junkie's neck, to free him. He ran into the flat, clutching his severed throat and I followed him. The junkie was still dying. I asked him: 'Where is my bag?' and he pointed to the bed, where it was laying. The room was dark and quite messy. The junkie had a lot of possessions, including books and clothes - and other items commonly found in a bedsit flat.

I looked into my bag and saw that all of my possessions were seemingly in place. I said: 'Why did you steal my bag?' The junkie denied he had stolen it. He could not speak properly because he was dying, but I could still understand him - almost telepathically. I looked for my phone and found it. I said: 'You could have flipped [sold/exchanged] this for at least £30 - why would a junkie not try and sell this stuff for drugs?' (or smoke the cannabis which was in the bag). I could not work out why he still had my bag as I assumed he had stolen it to make money for drugs. The junkie gestured to the chest of drawers. I opened the top drawer and pulled out a huge airtight clear plastic bag of cannabis - there was at least half a kilo in the bag. I realised the junkie was actually a drug dealer and had not stolen my bag to make money off it, but instead to lure me to his bedsit (although there was no threat of danger). I wished I had not physically harmed him with the pitchfork - and was horrified to see he was now laying on the floor, clutching his neck as a pool of blood formed around him. He was about to die. I exercised dream control (I closed my eyes and focused my mind intensely) to bring him back to life. I was amazed to see this worked. 

The junkie and I sat on his bed and we started to roll cannabis joints to smoke together. The junkie told me he had no prospects or hopes in life and I decided to change this, using dream control. I told him to look on the shelving unit which was at the foot of the bed and suddenly, both he and I noticed that this shelf was filled with pink qualification certificates. I said to the junkie: 'See, you trained as a teacher in prison and now you have a job!' I was pleased to see that the junkie agreed with me. I knew he and I were friends and I had made things right. 

I then woke up. I think I was only awake for a few minutes, or less. I wished that I could return to my lucid dream. 

I found myself in a dream again - semi-lucid. This felt like a vague notion I was dreaming right from the outset of the dream. I entered the semi-lucid dream state directly from the waking state. I found myself outside on a path which was long and straight, with bushes on either side. It was night and the stars were shining brightly in the sky. Everything was very vivid. I thought: 'This is probably a dream because I was just in a lucid dream' and 'If I look at my hands, I'll definitely be lucid'. I looked at the palms of my hands and saw the same fractal skin patterns I had seen on the forehead of the female cyclist dream character in the first lucid dream. I was then absolutely sure I was in a lucid dream. I decided to walk down the path and see where it led to. I assumed it would lead back to the junkie's apartment building, as I was 'aware' that I had re-entered the same dream in a different scene (or at least this was what it felt like in the second lucid dream). At the bottom of the road was the junkie's apartment building, but as I entered and climbed up the staircase to where his flat had been, the door was opened and my friend SVF appeared in the doorway. She invited me inside and told me that she was hosting a dinner party and I was one of the guests. She lived in this flat with her boyfriend. At first I thought her boyfriend was my boss (who is actually gay), but then realised it was a completely different person (and unknown dream character - I did not know him in the dream either, as this was the first time I had ever met him). She told me that we would study astrology together. I then saw that Ted Danson - looking really old (I did not know he actually does look old now in real-life until I found the image used below) sitting in a rocking-chair. I did not want SVF's boyfriend to hang around while I chatted with SVF and thought the dinner party might be boring, so decided to change the dream scene. I did this by closing my eyes, rubbing my left thigh with my hand and thinking that I wanted to be somewhere else.

When I opened my eyes I was in a classroom with PS and an elderly white male professor. PS was seated to my right. The classroom had glass walls and I could see an outside covered walkway (with students walking along it) through the glass. It reminded me of Langwith College at the University of York. The professor was trying to give me an assignment. This assignment was to find a bright green lizard - an image of which he was showing me on a playing card-sized screen. I was aware that if I accepted the assignment I would not be able to spend any time with PS, so I said to the professor: 'I'm not here to study, this is my lucid dream!' The professor said: 'I'll end the lucid dream if you don't complete the assignment!' I wasn't sure if this was a threat which could come true (i.e. I would prematurely wake up) so I said: 'I'll find the lizard in a book then!' trying to compromise and appease the professor, but remain with PS in the glass classroom. The professor said: 'You're failing History and Science, so you have to do it properly or wake up from the dream!' I knew this meant that I had to travel somewhere to find the lizard, but I really did not want to go. Although I kept reminding myself that this was my lucid dream and I could control it if I wanted, I could not help but feel anxious about the idea of failing exams/classes. I kept trying to remind myself I didn't really have to sit any exams or pass any classes, but at the same time, I could not change the dream scene I was currently in, or convince the professor dream character to let me get my own way. I took the small screen off him and tried to use my finger to drag the image to enlarge it for a better view (the way I can on the screen of my phone). This did not work - it left black scribbled marks on the image of the lizard. 

I woke up suddenly.

TIME: 22:45 - 11:30 hours (this dream happened in the last part of the sleep as I woke up from it)

LUCIDITY: Fully Lucid via DILD (Dream Initiated/Induced Lucid Dream) in first lucid dream. WILD (Wake Initiated/Induced Lucid Dream) with dream-re-entry in second lucid dream

• Spontaneous DILD, no induction technique/method used (first lucid dream)
• Re-entry into the dream in a Semi-Lucid state (making this a form of WILD), from which I willed myself to become fully lucid (second lucid dream)
• Lucidity triggered by suddenly with no obvious dreamsign or prompt other than a desire to look closely at the skin of a dream character (first lucid dream) and my own hands (second lucid dream)
• No reality check performed in either dream
• Strong lucidity/clarity in both dreams
• Strong stability (hand rubbing on thigh/staring closely at hands) in both dreams
• Approximately 80% of first dream lucid (16 minutes out of 20 overall, estimated) & 100% of second dream lucid (10 minutes overall)

SPECIAL NOTES: REM Rebound Effect from cannabis withdrawal and binge-drinking of vodka (day 2 of mild alcohol poisoning)

Dream Information:

• LF was my former best friend during my second undergraduate degree - we no longer speak, but are still Facebook friends
• NN is one of my childhood best friends
• SVF is one of my childhood best friends, although I have lost contact with her. She is the person I started smoking cannabis with as a teenager
• I had no idea until I started recording this dream that both Woody Harrelson and Ted Danson starred in the US sitcom, Cheers (1982 - 1993) - this fact really shocked me
• PS is my ex-boyfriend
• I attended the University of York (Langwith was my college) for my first undergraduate degree - English Literature & History of Art

Dreamsigns:

• In both dreams, skin had a complex fractal pattern (F - Form)

Recurrent Dream Themes:

• Cannabis
• Classroom/learning institution 
• Lizards

Potential Day/Dream Residue:

• I had a conversation about astrology with DL several days before this dream
• A couple of days before this dream, I watched an episode of The Ricky Gervais Show in which Karl Pilkington described his (ludicrous) idea for a movie plot where he mentions using Ted Danson as a star. One of my favourite pastimes is challenging DL to come up with weird/funny movie ideas, something I had done shortly before this dream
• Shortly before this dream I had a discussion with my friend JL about what it felt like to fail an exam for the first time (it was when I was doing my Bar Exams - I failed Conciliation) 

Waking Thoughts & Emotions:
This was a brilliant dream as I managed to enter it via a spontaneous DILD (and retain my waking memories of my recent lucid dream). I was able to exercise some of the best lucid dream control I have ever experienced (not quite Super-Lucid, but a more intense version of Fully Lucid than before). After I woke up, I was able to re-enter the same dream again - as a second lucid dream. However, I was Semi-Lucid from the outset of this second lucid dream, so it felt like a WILD (Wake Initiated/Induced Lucid Dream) as there was no lapse between my waking brain and my discovery I was in a dream state. This 'double lucid dream' represents the most interesting and powerful lucid dreaming experience in a long time and marks a vast improvement in my dream stabilisation and control techniques.

Dream 459 (LUCID DREAM)

'Beautiful Kitten'

Dream date: 14 June 2015 (During Afternoon Nap)

I was in my bedroom in Norwich. It looked exactly like my normal bedroom - i.e. I could not perceive any noticeable difference and everything felt normal. I was sitting on my bed, and I was aware my mum was just outside the room, although there was a kitchen on the same floor as my room. I was meant to be packing some bags. However, I became aware that there was a big fountain of water spurting from the floor behind the top of my bed. It was making the carpet wet, and there were papers on the floor which were soaked in the water, making the ink run. I shouted out to my mum that she needed to come and help me stop the water before more of my possessions got ruined. I started to zip up a large pink suitcase which was standing upright on the bed behind me - and was filled to capacity, making it hard to zip up. 

My mum came in the room and I turned to face her. Now I could see my room looked different. The room was quite dark now and had a theatrical feel to the decor. At the foot of my bed was a shelving unit (which has appeared in an earlier dream set in my bedroom), and behind this was an armchair. Beside the shelving unit was a chalkboard - or some kind of easel. My mum stood beside this, dressed in a glamorous outfit. She gestured to one side (dramatically, which added to the sensation of theatricality in the room) and in came a thing which was human-sized and shaped and was standing on two legs, upright also like a human, but looked like a painted lizard. My mum said: 'It's a pregnant lizard-woman'. I was not sure why she was presenting the lizard-woman to me in this way. My mum left the room with the lizard woman. 

Something compelled me to look under my bed. I knelt down and I saw there was a cute white and tabby fluffy kitten under my bed. I was really pleased to see that I had a kitten and shouted out to my mum: 'Thank you for the kitten!' I then saw that the kitten had a pink section of fur on its chest and patches of blue fur on it's upper body. I thought this was amazing - as clearly it is not natural for cats to have this colouring! I decided that I must take a photograph of the kitten, which would not come out from under the bed, although it seemed friendly. I took out my mobile (smart)phone, but I was completely unable to use the camera. I could not swipe the camera icon to open that function. I went over to sit in the armchair so I could look at my phone and see what was wrong with the camera icon/function. While I was looking at the phone screen, I noticed the camera icon was made out of coloured foil - like the kind yoghurt pot lids are made from. It had peeled away from the screen and become crumpled. I tried to stick it back onto the screen and swipe with it to open the camera, but this would not work. It was frustrating as I really wanted to take a photograph of the kitten. As I was fiddling around with the foil camera icon, I realised how bizarre the situation was and I became lucid.

I then noticed that the room was much bigger - there was a large space to the side of my bed, which was much lighter - I think there was a large window illuminating this area. There was another bed in this new part of the room (see the diagram below). Laying on this bed was the kitten. The kitten called me over to it. I am pretty sure it was a male, although I am not sure. 

I ran over to the bed and sat down on it. The kitten was laying on it's back against a pile of pillows. It looked slightly bigger than it had when it was under my own bed. I knew that I could communicate fully with the kitten because I was in a lucid dream, but first, I decided that I needed to stabilise the dream because I had become lucid very suddenly and had the accompanying adrenaline rush which sometimes can wake me up prematurely. I started rubbing my left thigh. I noticed I was wearing a pair of burgundy trousers (which I do not own in real-life). The kitten asked me what I was doing and I said: 'Stabilising this lucid dream'. The kitten looked at me, confused. I said to the kitten: 'Do you realise you are just a dream character in my lucid dream?' The kitten said: 'You don't need to worry about things like that.' I wondered if this lucid dream was going to tell me something insightful about my consciousness or the state of human existence or the meaning of life - or something equally as deep and fundamental, because I got the impression that the kitten had great wisdom and might reveal something (about my own subconscious) to me if I asked the right questions. I looked up and saw that there was actually a window adjacent to the bed (where I had assumed there might be one). I saw that there was a beach/seaside outside the building we were in (which was still partly my own house in Norwich, despite the obvious changes). It was a dark, gloomy day and the sea was rough. I looked to my left and saw that the remainder of the room looked like one of my childhood classrooms in Sheringham Primary School - possibly when I was in Year 1 or 2. This part of the room was very dark - and seemed to be quite messy, as though an arts and crafts class had just taken place. The area directly around the top of the bed on which the kitten was laying looked like it was carved out of dark, ancient wood - like a medieval wall of some sort. I was getting frustrated by my inability to see the changes happen, as it seemed that all I had to do was glance away, and as soon as I looked at the same thing again, it had changed completely, which was confusing. It meant I had to keep thinking and focusing hard. The only thing which was not changing was the kitten laying on the pillows in the centre of the bed which had a white duvet on it. 

I was rubbing my left thigh throughout the time I was looking around at my dreamscape, as I was aware I needed to maintain lucidity and the stability of the lucid dream. I said: 'Stay lucid!' and the kitten said: 'You already are'. I said to the kitten: 'Are you able to tell me something meaningful about myself?' The kitten's answer was: 'Don't worry about meaningful, you're supposed to enjoy the sex and violence'. I took this to mean that I should use my lucid dream for fun. exciting, fantasy adventures, not look for deeper meaning in them - at least in this instance. I closed my eyes and decided to change dream location, but not try and exert full control over where I ended up. I was going to let my subconscious mind place me somewhere at random. 

I discovered that I was in a pub (see diagram below). The pub looked slightly like the main bar in The Lobster pub in Sheringham, but it was slightly different, as it had an open fire (behind me, opposite the bar which I was standing at) and a larger seating area to the right of a longer bar. The front entrance was opposite the bar, to the left. There were numerous tables and chairs on the wooden floor, and at these, dream characters (customers who I did not know). Separating the room (partially) was a wooden arch, which was merely decorative as it was still one big room, not two. The bar itself was made out of pale wood and there was another archway to the right, leading to a different area of the building. Mounted on the wood were brass horseshoes and other ornamental brass/leather objects. 

There was an old man (male dream character - white, aged 60 - 65 years, small and slim, ginger-brown hair) working behind the bar. He was dressed in old-fashioned clothes - a waistcoat (vest) and tweed trousers. He came over to me (I was leaning on the bar) and asked: 'Who do you want to bring into the dream?' I said: 'Anyone?' and he said: 'No, it has to be a real friend'. I was slightly disappointed by this and said: 'RBA'. The old man said: 'No, you have to write it down'. He passed me a notebook which had sheets of green paper in it. He also gave me a (black ink) pen. I started to write 'RBA', but the old man (who was watching me) said: 'No, you have too write out his proper full name). I noticed there were loads of empty, dirty pint glasses stacked on the bar around me, and for the first time ever, heard the voices of other customers in the background. I tried to write RBA's real name (DY), but was completely unable to write. I knew this was a symptom of being in a dream, but it still frustrated me a lot as I was really concentrating on performing the task. After what seemed like ages (and many failed attempts at writing 'DY' in legible handwriting), I heard RBA shout my name. He was coming into the bar area from the archway which was to the right side. For the first time, I noticed that there were fruit machines against the adjacent wall, and the pub looked a lot less like the traditional seaside pub I had originally seen, and more like a commercial chain pup, like a Wetherspoons. I noticed that DL was walking in behind RBA. They both approached me. Suddenly, an elderly man (an unknown dream character) pushed past me roughly. I realised the pub still had the archway which slightly separated the main floor of the bar, and I was standing with my back to it, with the fireplace to my right. The elderly man dropped some money on the floor. RBA bend down to pick up the money, which he handed to the elderly man. RBA said to me: 'You need to be more careful!' I wondered why he was blaming me, as it had not been my fault that the elderly man walked/pushed into me. I said: 'It wasn't my fault' and turned round to walk across the bar as I felt like the dream was slipping away and I needed to distract myself from the conversation with RBA for a moment so I could stabilise it. I woke up. 

TIME: 17:00 - 20:30 hours (this dream happened in the last part of the sleep as I woke up from it)

LUCIDITY: Fully Lucid via DILD (Dream Initiated/Induced Lucid Dream)

• Spontaneous DILD, no induction technique/method used
• Lucidity triggered by dreamsign (absurd action)
• No reality check performed
• Strong lucidity/clarity
• Strong stability (hand rubbing on thigh) in first 75% of lucid section of dream)
• Approximately 40% of overall dream was lucid - 8 minutes out of a 20 minute dream (estimated)

SPECIAL NOTES: REM Rebound Effect from cannabis withdrawal

Dream Information:

• RBA & DL are both close male friends. I have been in a relationship with DL only. They both have the same first name and are both rappers
• Wetherspoons is a popular low-budget pub chain operating in the UK and Ireland

Dreamsigns:

• A kitchen was on the same floor as my bedroom (IA - Inner Awareness/F - Form)
• Fountain (A - Action/F- Form)
• The appearance (size/dimensions/furniture/lighting) changed on several occasions (F- Form)
• Pregnant lizard-woman (F- Form)
• The appearance of the kitten (F - Form)

Recurrent Dream Themes:

• Cats

Potential Day/Dream Residue:

• Recently I told my housemate about the kitten (Tinky) I was given when I was 5 years old who had to be given away because I was allergic to cats - read the full details and the influence this event had on my subsequent dreams, by clicking here.

Waking Thoughts & Emotions:
I really enjoyed this lucid dream because the lucidity/clarity, and often the stability, was strong and there was some degree of dream control also. I did not need to perform a reality check for this DILD (Dream Initiated/Induced Lucid Dream), I was consciously aware of the dream state as soon as I noticed the dreamsign (camera icon on my phone), and was able to think quite clearly as soon as I became lucid. 

I also feel quite positive about my conversation with the kitten. Spiritual/mystical people are always urging me (an atheist humanist) to 'speak' to my lucid dream spirit guides to learn some kind of fundamental truth or connect to a greater collective consciousness. I am sceptical about all spiritual elements of dreaming and have always defended my right to exercise my hedonistic side at the expense of spiritual enlightenment. 

Often I am too overwhelmed to even formulate a plan of action once I am lucid, so this makes it even less desireable to try something too complex, because I usually allow my lucid dreams to occur spontaneously, rather than try to induce them regularly (because I have poor sleep patterns due to insomnia and a disorganised routine). In this instance, because my dream seemed clear and stable - and because of the aura of importance I was getting from the kitten (the most constant part of the dream - featured prominently in the non-lucid section; contributed to my lucidity trigger; and was my first interaction with another dream character in the lucid dream state) and the fact it had seemed unperturbed by me telling it that it was a dream character in my lucid dream (in my previous experience when I tell dream characters they are part of my lucid dream, they usually deny it or laugh at me). When I tried to probe the kitten - as representative of my subconscious - as to the fundamental nature of my lucid dream or inner self, the kitten (my subconscious) reminded me that I like to use my lucid dreams for sex/violence, not enlightenment or spiritual pursuits, which seems very 'truthful' and 'insightful' - even if banal, obvious and lowbrow according to some of the more 'serious' oneironauts!

Dream 458

'AWB Makes a Début Album'

Dream date: 23 June 2015

I was in an interior environment, which was quite dark. A short distance from where I was standing was a group of people - AWB and some male dream characters - seated in a circle. My mum was with them. There was a screen in the room - a TV or a PC - and it was showing music videos. This was a 'screening' of the new music videos made my AWB and her 'crew' of fellow rappers. I felt like I was not part of the action and left out, watching from the sidelines. I was surprised my mum was paying AWB and the rest of the rappers as much attention. 

I was then looking at something which was both a mobile phone screen (the screen could be finger-scrolled) and a piece of paper at the same time. The phone/paper was the contacts list from PS's phone. I looked down the list and saw 3 names in particular - 'Gemma', 'Boris' and '2contactling'. I 'knew' that 'Gemma' was the name of PS's new girlfriend. I wondered why he had not told me about her. I then realised that AWB and 'Gemma' were actually the same person. 

My mum called me over to watch the music videos, but I was not interested. There was some kind of food preparation happening in this room - to my left. I could hear the conversation between my mum, AWB and the other male rappers. I am not sure what was being said, but everyone seemed to be in a good mood. I think a live performance was being planned. 

I picked up a CD case and looked at it. It was AWB and her crews' first album release. The rappers were credited as 'AWB', 'TSP', 'Flo-D' and someone else. The album was called 'K-Flo' which was also the name of the group/act. It was described as being within the 'Sailcore' genre. The CD cover art was mostly yellow/orange and featured a swirly pattern with white writing. I thought it looked amateur. 

Then, N the Dog ran over to me and started trying to play with my right leg. PS was standing/sitting in front of me and we spoke to one another, but I cannot remember what was said. I was petting N the Dog. 

I went outside - this was the exterior of the building I was just in. It was sunny daylight and in a concrete courtyard outside the building were wooden picnic benches. PS and AWB were seated at one of them, hugging and kissing. I approached them and saw that AWB had some acne on her forehead, between her eyebrows. I pulled her away from PS and poked her right in the centre of the eyebrows and said: 'You need some acne cream!' I know I meant this in a less hostile way than it sounds - I wasn't being pleasant to her, but I wasn't intending to hurt her physically. 

There was some kind of conversation (I am not sure who with, perhaps my mum) about the rapper 'TSP'. 

TIME: 03:00 - 12:00 hours (I woke up from this dream)

LUCIDITY: No

SPECIAL NOTES: I smoked cannabis shortly before I went to sleep and had this dream

Dream Information:

• AWB - a female who I have only met on one occasion. We have mutual friends, including my ex-boyfriend who briefly dated her

Dreamsigns:

• There was an object which was both a mobile phone screen and a piece of paper at the same time (A - Action/F - Form/C - Context)

Recurrent Dream Themes:

• Hip hop/rap music
• PS as a dream character
• Dogs

Potential Day/Dream Residue:

• I saw an image of a Third Eye shortly before I went to sleep. I also had previously seen AWB tagged into some photographs on Facebook (we are not friends on Facebook) in which she was wearing something on her face.

Waking Thoughts & Emotions:
This dream was enjoyable for me, even though it wasn't really a positive dream and featured someone with whom I do not have a good relationship - as well as the source for this dislike. It felt like a significant dream, although I am unable to put my finger on why this was the case. 

I may have forgotten some aspects of this dream, but if I recall them at a later stage I will record them below. 

Dream 457

'Great Yarmouth, Ibiza, America'

Dream date: 22 June 2015

I was supposedly travelling to Ibiza with my mum, but I was aware that I had not packed any suitcases to take with me. My mum was telling me that we had to leave immediately for the airport and I was anxious about not having any clothes to take with me. I kept stressing about this. My mum said that I should just buy some clothes at the airport. I told a female dream character (I am not sure who) that I would buy several pairs of leggings from Primark, because they only cost £3 each. The dream character told me £6 was too expensive for leggings (despite me telling her they were £3). I could not be bothered to correct her.

The scene changed and I was in 'America' - however, America looked like - and was recognised in the dream to be - Great Yarmouth. It was just a big, run-down tourist town on the coast, with street vendors selling gifts and memorabilia, fairground rides, stalls selling ice cream and candyfloss etc. It was sunny and I was walking along the high street, with the sea in front of me and to my sides, the gift shops and amusement arcades - and a big building with a pointed red roof. I went to a stall and bought a snack - which was red and on a stick. I have no idea what it actually was, or whether it was sweet or savoury. 

The scene changed and I was petting a largish brown dog who needed to be rescued. I could see nothing of the scenery surrounding us, only that it was outside, daylight and the ground was made of grey concrete. My face was close to the dog, as I was kneeling down to stroke it, and I was aware that it might bite me, so I moved back a little. However, the dog was gentle and friendly. He was homeless and I decided that I should take him with me to help him. We were then in my old childhood home (approximate ages 12 - 22 years) in Pine Grove, Sheringham. I was sitting on the sofa under the window (where I always used to sit as this was 'my sofa' when we lived here. Also sat on my sofa was another female dream character (it may have been the one from the earlier scene) and the dog. My mum was sitting opposite as she always used to in real-life and next to her was DL. The room looked the same as I remembered it to look in real-life. 

The female dream character and I were discussing smoking weed. However the act of 'smoking weed' looked/felt/tasted like eating a bacon sandwich. I saw the act of myself eating a bacon sandwich in third-person perspective to illustrate this thought. I was standing on concrete, bending forwards as I bit into a bacon sandwich. The female dream character was petting the dog, which was laid across mine and her laps. I felt she was giving/receiving more attention to/from the dog than I was. I then realised that the dog was now a human male dream character. He was white and between the ages of 20 - 30 years. He was not particularly attractive and was wearing a white T-shirt and a white baseball cap. I think his head was shaved underneath. He was now seated between me and the female dream character on the sofa. I turned round in my seat to face him - so my back was now turned towards my mum and DL. The male dream character tried to kiss me on the lips and I mouthed/whispered to him: 'Don't kiss me in front of people!'

TIME: 02:30 - 11:00 hours (I woke up from this dream)

LUCIDITY: No

SPECIAL NOTES: Possible REM rebound effect from recent cannabis use

Dream Information: Not applicable here

Dreamsigns:

• America was in fact Yarmouth (IA - inner Awareness/F - Form)
• Smoking weed was eating a bacon sandwich (A - Action/F - Form/C - Context)
• The dog changed into a human (A - Action/F - Form/C- Context)

Recurrent Dream Themes:

• Confusing America with a local town/city (see Dream 390)
• Dogs
• Cannabis

Potential Day/Dream Residue:

• I had been planning to visit Great Yarmouth the weekend before this dream, but decided not to go as the weather was forecast as being potentially rainy for that day.

Waking Thoughts & Emotions:
I really enjoyed this dream. It did not leave me with any particularly strong or obvious waking thoughts or feelings, other than slight confusion as to how smoking cannabis was the same act as eating a bacon sandwich and how the dog transformed into a human male dream character. 

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