Last night was one of those nights where I had every dream.
The first was around 5am and it was one of those intruder drama running away dreams which woke me up, then I had about half a dozen more until I woke up at half 11. Like I don’t remember all of them but I know they’ll come back to me throughout the day because I was one step shy of lucid.
The second last one was one of the most weird. My mum was moving house again but we were moving to the outdoors, like floor levels made of mud and fences for exterior walls and the odd tree in the way. We were also moving in on the same day as our neighbour, Shini Park. The house was pretty big and sparce so in the evening when I wanted to watch tv the only tv we had was pointing at my mum’s bed. She somehow had a boyfriend, who looked like Henry Czerny, in the bed with her and I snuggled up between those two. Then Henry started feeling my leg which felt nice and he had really big hands which made my feel so nymphettish which is strange because I always though Henry Czerny looked like Jeremy Irons (le elusive Humbert Humbert, even though I’ve never seen that adaption). I’m boggled at my apparently-perverse-and-sex-crazedr unconscious mind making that connection.
I dreamt I was watching the Monaco grand prix live with Obama and the McLarens locked out the front row. Not a bad dream…
Occasionally I have a dream that I think about for the whole day, the last time this happened was so horrible, but last night I had one of those epic dreams that was an adventure turned romance turned action turned sci-fi saga and I just can’t get it out of my head—
It started of in my junior school I think (well the dreamland version of my junior school) and then my whole family moved into this period mansion including my divorce parents and I had a wonderful lover
that was the best dream sex ever ever gohd ever but then we got attacked and there was this bomb that was going to go off and everyone was held hostage apart from me and I scaled a building like Lara Croft to get to the room where the bomb was to disarm it and I didn’t know if I did or not and then I had to get out of there so I hid in the room that you can only get to through the 3rd floor window or the heating vents and I managed to run away from the mansion (not knowing the consequence of my family and lover) from the bomb that went off 5 seconds later ahhh. Then I wound up in this place that was full of orphans and I found out James Cameron (who looked like Brian Cox) ran the orphanage and he told me they were all his children. Then. It was like The Island.. He said he was the father and the mother of all of them /end
I had a dream about a really gr8 new feature for tumblr but now I can’t remember it :(
I had a dream that Facebook gave up timeline and made a whole new profile for everyone it was awesome.. Frankly I didn’t think I cared about fb enough to dream about it.
Got home from first day of college and had a 3 hour nap. I had this dream. It was really disturbing. We were doing like intergalactic missions and I had to leave my body for some reason. I had to leave it at the start, slowly dying without a soul to inhabit it. I was mere vapour but felt the form of a person. My father wouldn’t let me go back, we had to finish the mission first. When we finally got back my body was all cold and hunched over itself. I held it from behind, felt the weight of dead limbs - my limbs - frozen. Nobody could understand my despair over it and anger towards my father. It was heartbreaking. I felt like a murderer. I saw my dead self. The doctor on the ship could do something about it but the enemy got to him first and everyone was killed apart from me, because I wasn’t physical any more. I had nothing. I curled up beside myself and stayed there. I didn’t think. Thinking was the only thing that defined me. So if I didn’t think, I didn’t live.
I had a dream last night
that I was in the theatre and the movie was about to start and Dan and Tom just came on the screen and said “So today it’s Charlotte’s 18th birthday, Charlotte we know you’ve been wanting this for a long time” and then they leaned into one another and started making out. OMG. There were one or two people smiling but the rest were divided between gawking at the screen in horror and at me as if I’d organised it. It was an incredible sight. I love Drarry (/Feltcliffe). And then Tom came out and sat next to me during the film and then he took me out to get me legally drunk. It was the best dream.
It’s actually a dream I’ve had for as long as I can remember - it’s halloween and I was at some random Club Warner hotel with my fam (without the brother) but it was kind of like kidzone. I very clearly remember my mother, father and myself being dressed in these giant pumpkin suits and them dropping me at the kids’ club and everybody laughing at us. I was humiliated :(