I was horrified to dream of a Liverpool defeat in the Champs League final...

fortunately, it Barcelona giving the beating and not Milan - guess that's one for the future?

This is a short blog for whom long blogs annoy.... if you even read this one? :)

strange girls

I keep dreaming of people from my past. Mainly girls. Only I don’t know who they are. Who they were? It’s strange. They seem to be amalgamations of different people. I dreamt of two people last night, maybe it was this morning, I dunno. You have up to 70 dreams a night I think I read somewhere, how many can you remember? Do you remember the last one? Or do you simply remember the best one?

I was on a bike and I was going to a college, I am not sure if I was studying or lecturing there. I decided to go the town centre (Kirkby) for some reason. Anyways, I bumped into a lad I knew (of) years ago, Gary, a mentally handicapped guy who used to ride round on a chopper bike. He gets talking to me and I’m being civil and as polite as I can be but I want to leave, then realise he reminds me of another Gary, another (funnily enough) mentally handicapped guy who worked for me last year. All the time his face is blurring between the two. Like a drunken memory haze. As I’m making my excuses, a woman calls out to me and says she can’t believe it’s me after all these years. She has a parka hood on and is sitting by the taxi rank. She looks exactly like a girl I worked with. Confused, I clearly don’t remember her. She takes her hood off to reveal a weird hairdo, which is nice though, and her face changes. Once again, from time to time her face becomes blurred between two different faces, but I can’t stop thinking how beautiful she is, why can’t I remember her, and why the hell is Gary sitting on my handlebars chatting nonsense about getting girls pregnant? Finally Gary left and I realised I was very late for whatever my appointment was. I picked up my bike (time had elapsed I guess) and the girl was talking with a friend who I definitely recognise from my college days but cannot remember her name (I am terrible with names). As I go to leave, the girl turns and smiles and asks am I leaving already.

I wake up.

Even now, I am not even sure of what she looked like. As if my memory has been wiped. All’s I remember is a smile, dark lipstick, a really nice smile.

I always have these ‘people’ in my dreams. I have no idea why.

The Dark Side Of Oz

I haven't had a dream in a while - but you haven't read in a while...

guess we even

Bit Of Poe

A Dream within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Last Night...

I was wandering about with a guy and a girl. The guy was a sidekick type. The girl I loved. I think she may have been Bernie. But not for long. Yet again here was she was a girl that I know and yet can never recollect once I awake. Maybe she was an amalgamation of others, Bernie, Lorna, a few others. Think she have also been a soap star. Anyway, whoever she was…
We came across a town and started looking for work. I suddenly realised that it was a western, although neither myself nor the townsfolk were dressed as such. The desert at the back of the building and the money gave it away. The money was the same as now… £20, £10, £5 notes. However, the ink was mainly one colour e.g. red for the £20, and the paper was bigger.
The girl got lost from us. I was asked to go to the desert and speak to an old Indian (I should say Native American, but fuck it). I looked out on the desert and decided to get off my horse. (I didn’t have a horse at all before this moment). I could see something move in the desert. However I remembered the vicious Indian-Pirates that had made me come to this point, and decided to press on.
The building opened into a square. The desert started almost immediately. To my right were the rocks of a mountain. There were a few small dunes scattered about. The sand would occasionally shift with whatever creature lurked beneath.
I stepped over such a sand shift but the creature ignored me. Deciding it was ok, I advanced without caution. At the top of the dune, an Indian-Pirate attacked. We scuffled and I moved on.
I found the Indian but I didn’t understood what he told me. Confused I headed back, this time on horse. The creature in the sand startled the horse, which threw me. Dazed I saw the rattle of the sand snake. Getting up quickly I looked around. There were several of the creatures all around me. I was twenty yards from the building. I walked swiftly. Just before the building I stumbled, putting my hands out to break my fall. Suddenly a snake struck from the sand, biting my finger.
I screamed in pain, and immediately tried to suck the poison out. Standing, I ran to the building and went into the trader’s hut. My sidekick rose to stand but I shook my head and he sat back down. The place was very busy with people buying all the stock.
I approached the trader and he looked at my hand. He told me matter of factly that my arm would die if I didn’t cut the finger off soon. He liked me and said he had kept a bottle of weak whisky for me. I could have it for £20. I gave him a red bill and looked at the bottle. It was a dusty bottle of Jack Daniels.
I swigged from the bottle and took a meat cleaver to my hand. The blow came down hard but did not break all the bone in my finger. I curled in agony. Baulking and dry heaving I sawed the reminder of my finger from the bone and wrapped a dirty cloth around it. There was little blood.
I left the trader’s hut and asked where the girl was. Following the advice I went to the sofa shop. It was a mile long, with stacks of sofas and beds in the window. The girl was working with a customer at the very end of the shop. I apologised for interrupting and took her to one side. I explained what happened. She cried, told me she loved me, but she had found a husband and had a baby with him. Gutted and fingerless I nodded and left.
I found myself entering a concrete bunker which stretched across a large area. The doors were rusty and cold. I could see the German guard so I hid in the cupboard and took the light bulb out. The guard waited for a while and then walked away. I slowly got out the cupboard….

Several Nights Ago...

I reported to work and had to wait in a small room. The room was familiar but did not belong to the actual building that I work in. A few work colleagues were sitting there, reading newspapers and drinking coffee & tea.
After a while, I realised that I recognised the room, and it appeared to be a small room at the back of a church or a social club. The lights would alternately dim and flicker as if the bulbs were dying.
A horse was running and stopping and running. I could only see its hooves. Something kept blocking it from running away.
Ste, one of my colleagues laughed at the fact that I was on the late shift and he was going home. He went to a ‘window’ in the wall I hadn’t noticed before and grabbed a plate of chips & beans.
I recalled a conversation from a few moments ago. I was told to prepare and get ready. I was holding a small toothpaste tube. It was white and blank. I walked to a window and started to apply the paste to the windows. I remembered someone telling me to cover all windows and cracks. Carefully I went about the room. The ‘window’ to the kitchen/café was no longer there.
The horse kept running. It was neighing in panic. A herd of bulls surrounded it. A bull with large vicious horns was chasing the horse. The horse was agile as a gazelle.
I finished applying the paste and looked around. I was in my auntie’s front room. Outside the window I watched the bulls gore the horse….

ADs

It Amuses Me That Google Have Chosen Mattresses For Their Ads On This Blog....

Selling Myself One Piece at a Time

I have become a Ho and let adsense place adverts on this and my other blog - Hello From The Big Guy.

As I dont have a site tracker for either I am not sure how many visitors I get, so I am not sure if I will get any money - Oh yes, they pay!

Any how, this blog started off as a good idea, I have crazy strange dreams which could potentially entertain, enthrall or disgust. Why not put them on the world wide web for all the world to see?

The major problem is that I keep forgetting them. That and most of the ones I remember are boring. So this blog will only be sporadically updated. Hello From The Big Guy will have all the 'news' and stuff if you are interested (though lord knows why)

Re-writing TV

I have had a recurring dream lately...

There is an advert on the tv at the moment - the Budweiser World Cup Stadium advert. The one where all the fans use cards to 'create' an image of a bottle of bud filling a pint glass and then the glass being drunk... sound familiar?

I know that the advert is mostly computer generated.

In the dream, it is my job to coordinate the bloody lot. And it's a nightmare. Not a nightmare in the scary, wake-up-screaming sense. Just a logistical mess!

Lord knows why I am dreaming of this....

No memory

I have been drinking quite a lot recently. I have also been working a lot.
Dreams fade far too quickly....

Last night...

my crooked tooth, bottom front, fell out, I 'woke' up in bed, mouth full of blood.

always dream of teeth falling out...

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…