Cyber-dream
lucydru said:
We had been given the task of finding a way to destroy the cybermen (as in the ones off Doctor Who) who were causing trouble and terrifing everyone, including me.
I used to have a dream that the cybermen were invading my home town (and quite frankly they're welcome to it). I was hiding under a raised portacabin in the school grounds, and I could see their legs going backwards and forwards past it. There was also something about them doing some sort of manouvers in the park (marching up and down). Strangely, they were the 60s "practice golf balls 'n' hose pipes" design of cybe rather than the sleeker 80s model. Even weirder, my little brother has had exactly the same dream, only with the Yeti from Doctor Who instead of the cybermen. He was born in 1970, so he's not even old enough to remember them!
The other dream I had which has really stuck in my mind happened in November 1991. I'd just left university in Cardiff, and was generally having a really rotten time, no job, no money, and to top it all I had a really bad falling out with my friends. On the night it happened, I went home in a somewhat upset state, and hit my emergency supply of Brains Dark in a major way. When I got to sleep, I had the most vivid dream I've ever had. I was in the hallway of a house in Ninian Rd, opposite the park, and I was in an embrace with a short blonde girl in a white dressing gown. We were both crying; she was telling me I had to go, and I kept saying "but I love you!". Eventually, I left and started walking across the park. Looking back, I saw the girl standing in the doorway, and knew somehow that if she shut the door I'd never see her again...
Then I woke up, and my immediate reaction was to leap out of bed and start to get dressed, because I
had to get to Ninian Rd to see the girl. I'd got everything but my shoes on when it suddenly sunk in that it was a dream. The thing was, it was entirely realistic - there was none of the weird surreal stuff that happens in dreams, and the park and street were right in every detail. For about three minutes after waking up, nothing else mattered but seeing the girl and stopping her from closing that door. I'd put it down now to my fragile state of mind coupled with alcoholic overkill, but for years afterwards I wondered if a blonde girl really did live down there who had a dream that night about an upset looking bloke in a stripey t-shirt and black leather jacket...