Tuesday, 22 March 2016

Frank Spencer contract killer

I know I haven't posted for some time but last nights dream was bizarre to say the least. 

I was 1970's star of Some mothers do have em, Frank Spencer, I was wearing the trademark hat but had replaced the brown Mac with a white doctors coat. Under this I was hiding a shotgun and I was in persuit of my target. He was Graham Garden, one of the Goodies. 

Graham was also in a white doctors coat and when he saw me, he started to run away. I gave chase but being Frank, I fell over and the shotgun went off. Fortunately I manages to shot Graham dead. 
I then entered an old lady's house who was shutting all the doors and windows. 

She looked at me and winked, saying, "Thanks for taking care of Graham for me". There was then a noise coming from the front door. I went to a investigate and carefully open the door. As I did a huge bomb exploded into my face and killed me instantly. 

This was the point I was informed that I was chucking my arms around and making whining sounds by my wife. Well I would if I'd just died. 


Sunday, 7 February 2016

Cannabis eggs & white coats

I haven't posted in an age but last nights activity can't go unrecorded. 

Firstly I was with good friends Steve and Kate, they were huddled together on the outside corner of a building. It was the hospital scene from the game, Grand Theft Auto V and they were both eating Cadburys Cream Eggs. 
A large black nurse approached them and they both giggled, Steve handed me an egg and told me they were Cadurys Cannibis Eggs, I sniffed it and it smelt of weed, I laughed. 

It was next a bright sunny day and I was running dressed in my wife's Reindeer onesie, I was running from my old apartment on the Thames View Estate in Barking Essex and in my mind knew I needed to find a white coat. 
I reached a house I didn't recognise, it was on all different levels and the floorboards banged and creaked as I run around searching for the white coat. 

My dad appeared and greeted me, I explained that I needed a white coat and he told me not to worry and to get out of the house immediately. I did this just as dad pushed a button on the wall and the entire house shot up into the air. 

The top floor of the house contained a band playing, two on guitars and one on the drums. The house smashed into a solid ceiling of rock, crushing the top floor into a few inches n height. The band were crushed to death and their blood dripped to the floors below. 

I then stood at a bus stop situated outside of a barbershop. An Asain man in a white coat was attempting to avoid being seen by something within the shop and kept moving and ducking his head. I looked into the window and there was a row of press photographers in a line. 
When I looked, their flashes all went off and blinded me, I stepped away from the glass and the Asian man was smiling at me.  

Lastly I was sat at work in some kind of meeting, chairs were set out in rows like in a school assembly, I was at the back and a few rows ahead I could see Ex England football legend, Alan Shearer. I was trying to get the attention of my work mates sat around him to tell them but no one could hear me. 

I stood up and started chanting, "Shearer, Shearer". He turned and smiled at me and then was mobbed by everyone around him asking for autographs. 


Monday, 4 January 2016

Sick bus

I was in the city centre of Peterborough and saw that Cathedral square had been set out with school chairs in rows ready for an assembly. Some of the chairs were already taken and I walked in and out of them looking for my work colleagues but didn't recognise anyone. 

I also notice that I was wearing a suit with a long overcoat on and I kept brushing it to remove the odd hair and bit of fluff. I looked very smart. I walked into a building and entered a toilet, inside there was no actual toilet, just a shower and so I pee'd into that. 

I then looked at the closed door and saw a very large gap on the right side which I could see into the next room. I saw my friend Matt sat watching TV, he was completely naked and sat crossed leged like a child would sit. His back was covered in thick black hair that had grown up over his shoulders and onto his chest. 

I next found myself on a bus and looking around it, again didn't recognise anyone. I was desperate to find someone I knew. The bus stopped in the centre of Peterborough and so I disembarked, as I stepped off the bus I saw Marsha who was wearing a fur coat. 

Happy to see someone I knew I ran at her and hugged her, as I pulled away I saw that she was covered in vomit. She apologised that someone had vomited on her in the bus. I looked down at my immaculate clothes in horror as I now had sick all over me. 

I then went into the shopping centre in order to find a dry cleaners, confident I knew all the shops and where to find one. To my dismay, every shop had changed into one I didn't know, none of them had any names and there was no dry cleaners to be found.  


Friday, 1 January 2016

Keira Knightley cannibal

My wife was with another woman that I didn't know and they were watching actress Keira Knightley who was a short distance away laying on the floor. Laying next to Keira was a person, not sure what sex because I could only see their head right next to hers. 

A high powered rifle fired from somewhere and a bullet blew the top of the persons head off, splattering brain matter all over Keira. She didn't flinch or even seem concerned but instead started to pick up parts of brain and began eating it. 

The woman next to my wife asked who the cannibal was and my wife replied, "That's my sister". Then she looked at my wife and they began kissing. Much to my great disappointment I woke up at this point! 


Tuesday, 29 December 2015

Soup mixer

I was sat inside a huge metal drum along with my mum, we were both up to our knees in vegetable soup, it was warm and very chunky. As I looked down at our predicament, the drum started to spin, sending us upside down and almost drowning in the vegetable liquid. 

I realised that we were inside a cement mixer but clearly the contents being soup. I heard a large engine roaring and through the top of the drum, a circle of light appeared. The drum spun sending the hole to under our feet and the soup drained away leaving us soaked. 

I climbed out of the hole and saw that another cement mixer had taken the soup and was now driving away. I walked off forgetting about my mum still in the mixer 


Sunday, 27 December 2015

House clearance

After attempting to ignore my dreams for a week, I'm back, as it made no difference. My brain is as active as ever whilst I'm asleep. Last night I managed to wake every few hours during the night and continue the dream at the exact point I left off. 

Along with my wife I was in a two storey house that was a total mess, it looked like squatters had been in and trashed the place. It was in fact the mess of a former teenage step child of mine and she was still in the house. 

We told her that she had to go but she refused and laughed in our faces. I left the house upset that the place was such a mess and entered the London underground station of Becontree on the district line. There I stood and looked at the house with sadness. I large bearded man approached me and hugged me as if he knew me. I had no idea who he was. 

I then climbed some steps and found myself looking out through the stained glass windows of a magnificent church. I woke up and it was 1am, back to sleep and I was in the same place, I could still see the house across the street. The day had turned to night and it was raining. As I looked on, a funeral procession left the house, quickly followed by another and another. It was like a conveyor belt. 

I left the church and walked over the street to the house and I was followed by a still grinning teenage step child. I opened the front door and entered into the most prestigious looking house, it was spotlessly clean, had cream coloured carpets and smelt lovely. All the rubbish had gone and it was empty but clean. 

In an upstairs room was Sally, she had a duster in her hand. I asked her how the house was so clean and she replied, "I did it for you" and she hugged me and left. I turned around to the teenage girl and she looked disgusted by the cleanliness and left. 
As I walked out of the front door I found myself in a lobby area. It contained various glass display cabinets that had old books and ornaments in. 

I went back to the station and waited. I woke up checked the time, it was 4am. I closed my eyes and was still in the station. I walked back to the house and opened the front door. To my surprise the house was now a trendy clothes shop, packed from top to bottom. 

I asked a shop assistant how this had happened and she just told me to get out as the shop was now shut. I left and found myself in the lobby area. I looked into the glass cabinets and saw model ships in glass bottles. 

Having now written this I'm wondering if I did wake and continue dreaming from where I left off, or if I actually dreamt I was doing that? 


Sunday, 20 December 2015

No rest for the wicked

By way of an explanation as to why I'm not currently posting my dreams. 

Due to the high brain activity during the night, I am still tired upon waking up. I am currently actively trying to block out my dreams in an attempt to get some solid sleep. 
I'm not performing my normal routine of tasks to help he recall them, I'm still dreaming wired shit but I think it's easing off. 
Watch this space. Or not. 


Friday, 18 December 2015

Thursday, 17 December 2015

Tuesday, 15 December 2015

Hand written

I spent the night very carefully and neatly writing on paper with a pen. I took great care to write as neatly as I possibly could. I spent hours down no this and when I woke up I was expecting to find a completed novel by my bedside. I didn't. 

Monday, 14 December 2015

Money for sex

I was watching as someone who shall remain nameless was arranging to have sex with another person for the sum of £1,500. I was left with the dilemma if I wanted to watch the act or be told about it later. 

Fortunately this wasn't something I had to decide as the dream moved off to another subject and uncharacteristicly, I can't recall what it was. 


Sunday, 13 December 2015

Wired up

I was in the bathroom of my Nan's old house and my head had a metal bowl on it and coming from this was various wires. The other end of these were connected to a machine which a man was monitoring, it was showing electrical pulses on a screen. 

The man started to ask me questions and each time I replied I started to become very dozy and began falling asleep until I got to the point I was mumbling. I slid down onto the floor and rested my head on the toilet seat. 

Just as I was about to pass out, the bathroom door opened and I stood up and walked into an old style green grocers shop, I saw two boys run past me with arms full of fruit. An Asain lady was sat watching them shaking her head at me. She was upset that I did nothing to stop them. 

I tried to explain to her that it was her shop and she shouldn't just sit there. As I did this I realised I could move because of the wires attached to my head. I then heard two men talking about me, one asked why I was wired up and the other explained it was because I suffer blackouts. 
I then passed out.  

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