Intro/ Dream Case Study 1

Blushin in this 40 ounce
Lettin the ink from my pen bleed
Cuz Marthin Luther King had a "DREAM!"
Aalyah had a "DREAM!"
Left Eye had a "DREAM!"
So I reached out to Kanye and "brought you all my dream!"

Ok, Game, so what does it all mean?

I have strange dreams. I suppose many do. Some of them are fantastic, some are terrifying. Many a time I have woken in the middle of night in shock. Of course, then my waking imagination takes over (but that's a blog in its own right).
Anyway, I have decided to write the dreams down - when I can remember them - and let you budding psychologists interpret them. So please, leave comments if you wish...

Dream 1)
Wednesday 29th March, 2006.

For some reason I am getting a plane to Spain with Ian who I work with now, and Alex who I used to work with. I am worried as I have never flown before. Both assure me I’ll be fine and that the flight only takes 30 minutes. We walk through a town I’ve never been to before, although it is very familiar. We barely manage to make it to the plane on time. I don’t actually see the plane.

I am sitting on the plane. The seats are uncomfortable. Ian tells me to put on the belt, which goes over my legs and under my crotch – like a parachute harness. The plane speeds along the road at high speed. I look out the window and see houses. I wonder where the runway is. We go round a roundabout and I’m told that we’ll be taking off shortly. Alex tells me to check my phone as they use different networks abroad. My phone won’t change. Confused I look up only to be told we have landed in Spain.
Spain is not as hot as I thought. The airport is a small room with stuffed toys. Ian advises me of the best spot to stand in order to steal the duty free toys unseen. I need the toilet. The toilet is small and several men are in there. I go to the cubicle on the end, and struggle to get the lock in. I sit down and notice that the door is a two-way mirror. I momentarily panic, thinking that the door is made of glass as people seem to be able to see me. Ian walks past and smiles. He is wearing a women’s scarf he has stolen. A man walks through the glass and asks if I’ve finished. I have not and he leaves disgruntled.
A girl appears, she looks like an air steward. Embarrassed, and conscious of the smell, I plead with her to leave. She dismisses it and grabs a chair sitting down in front of me. She is beautiful in a kooky way. The cubicle seems massive. She looks between my legs and smiles, remarking on ‘thickness’ with her fingers.
I am on a beach, or rather a small path between two white houses which leads on to the beach. Children are running past and old women smile. The girl is now my wife. She calls from the beach.
I am back in Kirkby Town Centre bus station. The girl is walking ahead of me. I’m talking to a friend about what it’s like to be back home. He asks if I can speak Spanish. I call out gibberish to the girl and say her name but it too is gibberish. She calls back “Donde Esta” and points to the RNA club…

I woke up missing her…