Posts tagged dreaming

They weren’t very bothered about it.

I have dreamt of the same stunning girl. In the first dream I introduced myself to her and we had a conversation. In the second, she worked at a shop and I tried to purchase one Rollo. This wasn’t possible, as the Rollo didn’t have a barcode. She walked around the counter and put her arm around me to explain this. Then she kissed me on the cheek.

I want unconventional moments like this to suffuse into my life.

Had inspiration from The BFG, Jaws, Deep Blue Sea, Lost, and In Search of the Wallaby.

Living on an island on the west coast of Scotland (In Search of the Wallaby). At night, giants crawl out of the ground and eat the locals’ children (The BFG). If that wasn’t horrific enough, the surrounding waters are infested with man-eating sharks (Jaws). And I think these sharks worked in tandem with the giants… Anyway, I worked at an underwater research lab that experimented on sharks (Deep Blue Sea). One of these sharks was a polar bear-shark (Lost, at least the polar bear bit).

The dream spanned a few days (dream days, not actual days). Every night I would try to make a cheese and ham toastie before the giants and sharks started their murderous campaigns. One night I hurried so much, I had no time to clean up the toastie machine (there was cheese everywhere) and my wife told me she loved me.

The next day I went to work, and we’d just captured a whale shark to conduct experiments on. This irate whale shark looked like a great white (dream logic) and we held it in a sort of inside moat that had a small incline for you to walk in and a little bridge going over it. And no safety barriers either. So my friend Stuart decided to wander into the moat, pissing off the whale shark even more. It decided enough was enough and charged out of the water, now the polar bear-shark. As per usual dream logic, I tried to run, but couldn’t. Its body acted like a millipede’s and stretched out really far around me.

I can’t remember what happened after that. Horrid polar bear-shark death, I imagine. My psyche has blocked that out for my own good.

My vivid, and occasionally weird, dreams.

I’m not sure what order these happened, as they all kind of slipped in and out of each other:

1) I was a guest at the family treehouse of a girl who was in the year below me at school. I only recently realised how attractive she is. Her older brother - who I also know - came back and started talking to me, and it was an ordinary family gathering. However, I remember her being on a settee on the other side of the room to me and me being unable to move across to her.

2) This treehouse turned into a nursery for 3 year olds, and I was employed at this nursery. Things went well, briefly, until I realised it was abusing these children. They were filming these kids and broadcasting it on the internet for perverts to drool over. I, using my noble courage, fought through the dream lethargy and knocked down one of the cameras, saving the day! The child in room didn’t notice or care.

3) Back in the family treehouse, one of my friends from university was filming a short in the living room (and the family were still present). He’d rigged loads of cameras onto those cable-pulley systems, and cameras were sweeping back and forth all around the room. He and his brother started taunting me and I fell onto the floor under the weight of what I think was a dead, stuffed wolf. They continued to taunt me and I wanted to know where the hot girl had got to.

3.5) Some African guy I’ve never met was trying to convince me to do something illicit or partake on a secret mission. That’s all I remember.

And once I woke up, I was too tired from dreaming to invigorate myself to get out of bed.

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