What Did You Dream Of Last Night?

Don't know if this happens to others but, if I've been thinking a lot about a person, then I frequently dream about someone who's related to them - or perhaps a friend of theirs - rather than about the person themselves. It's as if these dreams kinda skirt around the issue, so to speak.
 
I dreamed I was on a boat, like a cruise ship. I was trying to get to somewhere and walking through lots of empty rooms, which were sort of dusty and dishevelled, as though someone had just moved all the furniture out, bits on the carpet sort of thing. I could hear voices coming from somewhere and was worried I'd be discovered somewhere I shouldn't be, but then I heard someone say something about 'Mrs Treason' (I was listening to The Folklore of Discworld last night so it will have come from that) and I thought 'well, Mrs Treason is friendly so it will be fine'. I found my way out and met a young man who was Indian or Sri Lankan, and we were chatting. He told me that he was going to have to slap my body to make sure that I didn't have any demons in me, which I thought was a bit odd, but I rolled up my shirt so that he could slap the flesh on my side. He then loomed in telling me that he was going to bite me... I struggled my way clear and started telling anyone who would listen that this man had tried to bite me.
 
Vague memories of a dream last night. I was with my wife on a plane that had been hijacked, although there didn't seem to be any stress or fear associated with that. We were told that the plane had been rerouted to the Canary Islands (I've never been there), since we were supposed to be flying home from Latin America, this was actually taking us in roughly the right direction, so we were relieved that it would actually shorten our journey. I was quite excited to be able to see the islands and volcanos from the air, and was trying to enthuse my wife, but she wasn't very enthusiastic at all.

At some point we landed in a beautiful, warm city. It was supposed to be on the islands, but in my mind it was Colombia (I've never been there either). We were all allowed to disembark from the plane and wander around, and I walked along a paved footpath or cycleway through very pleasant parkland adjaced to very modern commercial or university units. The path suddenly dropped down to an old canal lock, with ruins of castle towers beyond. I climbed back up to take a photo and was fiddling around with my phone camera to get a decent shot and getting frustrated because the camera wouldn't work properly - the frustration woke me up.

Incidentally, on my walk into work this morning through a copse, a buzzard landed on a branch right in front of me, about 6m away. It seemed to be making itself comfortable and I watched it for about 10 seconds. I know from experience that they startle very easily, and fly off before I can get a photo, but since I had already watched it for a while, I hooked out my telephone and was trying to open the camera app, but was getting quite frustrated because it was being so slow. The glare from the screen startled the buzzard and it flew off. No photo, not unexpectedly, but an interesting coincidence with my dream photo attempts.
 
SimonBurchell said:
Vague memories of a dream last night. I was with my wife on a plane that had been hijacked, although there didn't seem to be any stress or fear associated with that. We were told that the plane had been rerouted to the Canary Islands (I've never been there), since we were supposed to be flying home from Latin America, this was actually taking us in roughly the right direction, so we were relieved that it would actually shorten our journey. I was quite excited to be able to see the islands and volcanos from the air, and was trying to enthuse my wife, but she wasn't very enthusiastic at all.

At some point we landed in a beautiful, warm city. It was supposed to be on the islands, but in my mind it was Colombia (I've never been there either). We were all allowed to disembark from the plane and wander around, and I walked along a paved footpath or cycleway through very pleasant parkland adjaced to very modern commercial or university units. The path suddenly dropped down to an old canal lock, with ruins of castle towers beyond. I climbed back up to take a photo and was fiddling around with my phone camera to get a decent shot and getting frustrated because the camera wouldn't work properly - the frustration woke me up.

Incidentally, on my walk into work this morning through a copse, a buzzard landed on a branch right in front of me, about 6m away. It seemed to be making itself comfortable and I watched it for about 10 seconds. I know from experience that they startle very easily, and fly off before I can get a photo, but since I had already watched it for a while, I hooked out my telephone and was trying to open the camera app, but was getting quite frustrated because it was being so slow. The glare from the screen startled the buzzard and it flew off. No photo, not unexpectedly, but an interesting coincidence with my dream photo attempts.
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Re the buzzard photo - I've noticed that birds will startle if you appear to be looking at them. If you pretend to be looking in another direction they will often sit still until you are quite close.
 
catseye said:
Re the buzzard photo - I've noticed that birds will startle if you appear to be looking at them. If you pretend to be looking in another direction they will often sit still until you are quite close.
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In this case, I was looking at my phone screen which lit up like a bloody lighthouse in the dreary morning light.
 
SimonBurchell said:
In this case, I was looking at my phone screen which lit up like a bloody lighthouse in the dreary morning light.
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I tested my 'don't look at them' theory today with a kestrel who was on a telephone wire by the roadside while I was out running. If I kept my head down and stared at the road/my feet, it was quite content to just swing about above me. When I turned round to look at it directly it took off. I shall conduct more experiments. Although that's not much use to you, obviously.
 
Last night I had a series of mildly distressing dreams. In the first, my youngest daughter was about ten (she's 28 irl) was wearing one of my fleeces, sitting on a staircase and crying, with me trying to console her. (She's having a few problems in real life and she's coming to stay this weekend, so it's just my brain telling me she needs comforting as if she were a child). The second dream was of all my kids, all being around early/mid teens. We'd moved house and they had friends living with them. Everyone had eaten and their plates and all the cooking stuff was strewn around - the place was a total mess. I decided that I was NOT going to put up with this and shouted up the stairs 'whose turn is it to clean up?' to be met with uproarious laughter (this is pretty much a reflection of how things were when they were young!)

In the third dream I was part of a book group. We were sitting around a table in a school or university at night time discussing books. This one was a reminder to me to message my book group and arrange another meeting, but our venue has gone so we need to work out somewhere else to get together!

What a boring bunch of nocturnal activity.
 
I had just dozed off last night when a luminous patch appeared. It had the letter B on it.
At that moment fireworks for Chinese New Year went off and I was awake again.
I have a friend with that letter and also a cousin.
I had thought of her recently as I've lost touch since she married for the 3rd time and moved to Queensland.
She's a couple of years older than I am so I hope she's ok. We were great friends as children and I was her bridesmaid for her 1st wedding.
 
Last night I dreamed of seeing a Hitachi Evero train standing on a platform where I'd normally expect find it, but with the nose uncovered as if it was about to couple up to another set.

If this happens there are always staff around ready to watch the process but in the dream the platform was deserted.

:dunno:
 
I dreamed I'd gone to Scarborough on the bus with someone. It was summer, late evening and we were in a shopping centre looking for a cafe that had been there earlier in the day. All the shops were very old and old fashioned and everything was closed. We eventually found a cafe at the bus stop where we had to catch the last bus back and it was full of other people waiting for the same bus. There was a bus timetable and someone said that the next bus would be there in ten minutes so we all sat and waited. No bus arrived, I checked the timetable (which I could read, unlike most dreams) and said, 'the bus isn't coming.' In my head I was trying to work out how to get back home, it's about twenty miles and I was wondering whether we could walk it. There was general consternation among the other people in the cafe, so I said 'we'll have to get taxis.' While we were waiting a young, thin man asked the cafe proprietor for 'something'. The man went out to the back and then handed me a tray with a syringe and needle on it and asked me to give it to the young man, who was in the toilet. I was a bit 'hmmm' at this, but went in to where the man was sitting on the loo and handed him the syringe, then went out again, berating myself for being stupid as I should have guessed he was an addict (Scarborough is actually well known for its high proportion of addicts).

We went outside and there were lots of taxis driving about. One group of us got in one taxi and me, my accompanying (and silent) friend and some others found another. It was being driven by a rather excitable woman, who barely waited for us all to get in before driving off. The sliding door at one side was still open and I had to ask her to slow down so I could close it before someone fell out. Then she took off driving down a steep and narrow road in the wrong direction. I told her she'd gone wrong, and that she needed to take the A170 or the A64 (I was proud of myself for remembering the road numbers, although I don't know why, they are common knowledge!). She was flustered and confused but turned the taxi around and headed back up the road. I woke up without knowing whether we arrived where we should have been!

I also dreamed about a tall thin dark man called Eric. I had gone to stay overnight in his house, which was full of rooms, a very big house but all on one level. I went to the bathroom which was up a narrow flight of very small stairs and looked around a bit - there was a room with a big double bed all made up with pink covers and I knew it was the bedroom of his late mother. I was sleeping on a floor in a cluttered room. In the morning someone told me to 'go and get Eric' and I wandered around until I found his bedroom, where he was sleeping completely covered with sheet and blankets. I had a momentary fear that he was going to be dead in his bed, but when I called him he sat up rather blearily.

My neighbours have a baby boy called Eric and I was thinking yesterday that it was approaching his first birthday, so I suppose the name was in my head.
 
Only a strange snippet of being in a building and being told that I needed to be on the fourth floor and the only way was using the lift. The lifts would only take one person and were shaped like a coffin. I got in closed the door/lid and presed the 4 button thinking; "I don't think this will catch on."
Woke up. Phew!
 
I was back at university. But it was thirty years later (as it is in reality), and I was surrounded by the people I knew back then, sitting at a table.

For some reason, all of us had to reapply for our course, and do it again, whether we wanted to or not. There was a general feeling of anxiety and anger in the room, and this was compounded by my feelings at seeing people with whom I've lost contact but who were once very important to me.

I managed to avoid speaking to some of those people- especially my old 'best friend'- but my old university girlfriend somehow got me to agree to "checking her room for slugs", which had been upsetting her. That done, and slugs removed, I went to my room- where I would be living for the next few years- and immediately recognised it as a room I dream of often, in a building I dream of regularly. I didn't realise the two were connected, with the one being inside the other. This panicked me, and I tried to get out by running for the exit. I woke up.
 
catseye said:
I also dreamed about a tall thin dark man called Eric. I had gone to stay overnight in his house, which was full of rooms, a very big house but all on one level. I went to the bathroom which was up a narrow flight of very small stairs and looked around a bit - there was a room with a big double bed all made up with pink covers and I knew it was the bedroom of his late mother. I was sleeping on a floor in a cluttered room. In the morning someone told me to 'go and get Eric' and I wandered around until I found his bedroom, where he was sleeping completely covered with sheet and blankets. I had a momentary fear that he was going to be dead in his bed, but when I called him he sat up rather blearily.
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Whew! I was getting Anthony Perkins vibes:omg:
 
escargot said:
Last night I dreamed of seeing a Hitachi Evero train standing on a platform where I'd normally expect find it, but with the nose uncovered as if it was about to couple up to another set.

If this happens there are always staff around ready to watch the process but in the dream the platform was deserted.

:dunno:
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Yesterday on a different railway platform over 150 miles away I saw an Evero exactly as in the dream. It was waiting for another set to arrive and couple up.
As I've mentioned, normally this is done shortly before the other set turns up and not half an hour or more in advance.

These new trains are famously unreliable and are especially prone to connection problems.
Perhaps my dream reflected this; I've picked up a decision to start preparing the trains for coupling in plenty of time to allow for problems.
 
I was being hunted by a mangy fox. It was stalking me over moorland- but moorland which had a convenient bus shelter that I could use as a hiding place. The fox was 'wrong', but still a fox, even though on retrospect it was what you'd expect a 'werefox' caught halfway through transformation might look like. On all fours, but spindly and angular with arms and legs too long. It kept running up to me, sniffing me, and then retreating. I expect it to bite, but it never did.
 
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Yesterday I was looking at photos showing groups of people I know doing something of which I solidly approve, to the extent of often joining in.
One participant stood out with his beaming grin and I thought 'Look at him! What a character!' :)

So last night I naturally dreamed about greeting our Billy and complimenting him on his photogenicity. He laughed heartily and Scousily.

Can't wait to tell hm when I next see him. :chuckle:
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I saw Billy in the week and told him I'd dreamed of him. He laughed.

Just now I saw another photo of Billy online doing the same thing as last time, just as a podcast I'm listening to mentioned dreaming.
Hmmm.
 
Two dregs of dreams last night.

One: I was in a big manor house attending a gathering of strangers. People started being murdered and their bodies stuffed in a cupboard. It had a very Agatha Christie feel to it. Not much of the dream remains.

Two: I was a wanderer in a fantasy wasteland. I had to leave a big city for some reason, and was making my way through a vast hinterland desert, with scattered ruins. In the middle of nowhere, I found some sort of robot exploration craft... made of Lego!
 
Another strange house in my dream last night. Well, it was more of a flat. The background was something to do with a young boy whom I was investigating for some reason. I'd gone with him to his home and it was a long corridor-like space, very dark and dingy, with the rooms all just spaces off to the left hand side. The father's room was a double bed, neatly made, and behind a curtain and the end of the corridor was just a curtain, I was sure if there was a wall behind it or it just divided the flat from another flat. There were no windows and it all felt rather grubby and unpleasant.

In the second dream I was swimming in a river with (I think) my younger son. It was a beautiful sunny day, we were abroad somewhere, possibly Slovenia, standing on rocks above the waterline and about to plunge into deeper water which ran down to a lovely bridge. There were other people about all similarly swimming or paddling on one side of the river and on the other side, which was a steep rocky bank, were wolves. About a dozen of them, sitting or lying in the sun. They looked, however, more like German Shepherd dogs, they were dark coated and blunter-muzzled than actual wolves, but, like in films, I knew they were meant to be wolves. I told my son not to go over there and to leave the wolves alone, not out of fear but because I didn't want them disturbed as they looked so content and peaceful lying in the sun.
 
Last night I was driving or riding alongside a horse race, right on the track. In the lead was a bright bay, coming up second was a chestnut, and in third place was a dark bay who was beginning to pull up alongside the other two. Suddenly the third horse stopped, sat down and began licking its foot, which was like a paw, and I saw that he'd trodden on some wood offcuts which had been dropped from a bush alongside the track.

Then I was on a boat, like a river cruise or a canal trip. There were lots of others on this trip and I didn't know anyone and felt a little out of place. It was dark outside and bonfire night and I wondered if anyone had brought any fireworks for the children who were also on the trip. Then I saw lights out of the window and assumed sparklers, but it was a woman with a dark bobbed haircut holding what looked like those sconces that hold burning straw as a torch out of the top windows and in that sconce was a large marshmallow. She and some of her friends were setting light to the marshmallows and holding them out of the windows, roaring with laughter as the marshmallows burned, went black and then blew away. I was quietly hoping for toasted marshmallows...
 
Before waking up just now I'd been visiting a favourite sewing shop. The dream shop was exactly as I know it, with a slighty fiddly front door latch and stairs inside leading downwards.

There'd been a couple of women standing outside, apparently mother and daughter, who'd been getting in my way. I snaked past them into the shop.

I picked up a basket and strode off down the stairs, stopping to look around at the displays of juicy haberdashery.
At this point I noticed that I was still wearing my long orange running vest tucked into fleecy pajama pants.

Woke up thinking that as I wasn't staying long this didn't matter. :chuckle:

All this comes from what's going on.

I hope to visit the shop tomorrow but time will be tight. Anyone in my way will be elbowed aside.
The orange running vest has been put away for the winter. Might need it soon.
 
escargot said:
Before waking up just now I'd been visiting a favourite sewing shop. The dream shop was exactly as I know it, with a slighty fiddly front door latch and stairs inside leading downwards.

There'd been a couple of women standing outside, apparently mother and daughter, who'd been getting in my way. I snaked past them into the shop.

I picked up a basket and strode off down the stairs, stopping to look around at the displays of juicy haberdashery.
At this point I noticed that I was still wearing my long orange running vest tucked into fleecy pajama pants.

Woke up thinking that as I wasn't staying long this didn't matter. :chuckle:

All this comes from what's going on.

I hope to visit the shop tomorrow but time will be tight. Anyone in my way will be elbowed aside.
The orange running vest has been put away for the winter. Might need it soon.
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I really hope you go into the shop and the assistant says "I could have sworn I saw you yesterday in running top and pyjama bottoms - but when I next looked you were gone!"
 
They were announcing the new Doctor Who and for some reason this was done in the Top of the Pops studio. The studio doors open and in came Jodie Whittaker, Jo Martin and the new actor (in costume), along with Lenny Henry dressed as Amy Winehouse. The announcer (who I didn't know) exclaimed that "all four of the female Doctors were on stage together").

I wasn't taking any notice or interest in the new actor- didn't know her, can't remember anything about her. But the four of them started dancing and miming to some song. It was plain that the four of them had released some kind of record.

A while later (and I think this was a separate, but related, dream) I was involved in a "Jodie Whittaker impersonation" contest, in some hilly terrain that resembled the Welsh mountains used to film 'The Abominable Snowmen' in 1967. I was working on my accent and not impressed with the wig.

I can only assume this is a delayed reaction to a distressing conversation I had recently, when I met an old friend who has lost both his parents in the last year. Of all the things we talked about, the fact that we both liked Whittaker's Doctor and some of her stories was the most positive.
 
A work dream, again:rolleyes:. There was something going on at work, but I don't really know what. Only that I thought there were too many people (staff).

I took a van out to refill it and did so. Then, because I was bored, I took out a second van and was going for a drive. I just got outside of city limits and realized that I was working, so turned back before I got caught.

Talking to a coworker who knew I had been out. She asked me if the three people I support were with me and I said "no" and quickly changed my story to say that they were with me. They can't be left on their own at all (irl).

She questioned my answer and why I had originally said "no". I told her I misunderstood the question.

I then wondered where they were and was trying to calculate how much trouble I would be in if my lie were discovered. Then I realized that I had more trouble coming that would disclose my lie . I realized that I had not administered any of their medications for the entire day.

As I was trying to figure out what the result of my actions would be, my alarm went off.

Thank goodness. I am pretty sure that these work dreams I have in which I majorly screw up are just my mind reminding me as to the large responsibility I have towards their wellbeing, every day. These dreams do cause lots of anxiety while I am dreaming and I am always glad to wake and realize nothing like that has nor would ever happen.
 
An awful lot of my dreams seem to involve train travel, often making long journeys in what appears to be short times. I recently dreamed that the train line I travel to work on, a comparatively short suburban Scottish line, had been extended to cover several stations in Holland.
 
Weird one last night.

Back at school and doing A-levels, but realising I'd slipped up badly. I'd been slacking and missing lessons, for one thing, and either lying or fabricating excuses to cover for this. I realised that when I went into school, I was going to be expelled for it, no question, and knowing it was all my own fault made this more painful, humiliating and depressing. I also had sharp memories of a couple of the most sarcastic and abrasive teachers of the time who would deal with the expulsion. I wondered how I was going to explain this to family, for one thing.

The school uniform I had to wear involved shorts. it also involved one of the old-fashioned school caps - my school had only just ditched those in my year of entry, but I felt as if the uniform - and the Jennings/William Brown school cap - was rubbing it in re humiliation and embarrassment. It was also in the royal blue that was, in 1973-75, School colours...

In other dreams:

I've written here before, in a sort of "getting it off my chest" confessional sort of way - about a girl I got a bit obsessive about nearly forty years ago, and how it all got a bit stalker-ish. (still not proud of that, but - bad time) Particularly during the lockdown year, I ended up revisiting this time and had a few uncomfortable and emotionally intense dreams about her.

Well... S has been in my dreams again recently. It's fair to say that the tone and emotional landscape of the dreams is different. In one I was in a bad situation and had to ask her, humbly and respectfully, for advice as to the best route to take to leave the town we were both in and get myself on the right route out. She considered this and asked me to wait while she looked things up. I don't recall what happened next, but I recall travelling on a bus through a landscape that looked progressively less "inner-city" and more ordered.

Last night, we ended up playing some sort of ball game together, possibly on an outdoor basketball court or playing area that had a light fence, but no wall, on a pleasant sunny day. The atmosphere was friendly and straightforward. There was no intensity or romantic or other desire on my part - just appreciating her for what she was while she seemed to have no reserve or ill-will towards me. Effectively, the vibe was one of two people who respected each other as friends, catching up. I got the feeling that this was the sort of nodding casual friendship we were meant to have had back then in the 1980s.... but I'd effed it up by getting intense. A lesson learnt, maybe?
 
AgProv said:
Weird one last night.

Back at school and doing A-levels, but realising I'd slipped up badly. I'd been slacking and missing lessons, for one thing, and either lying or fabricating excuses to cover for this. I realised that when I went into school, I was going to be expelled for it, no question, and knowing it was all my own fault made this more painful, humiliating and depressing. I also had sharp memories of a couple of the most sarcastic and abrasive teachers of the time who would deal with the expulsion. I wondered how I was going to explain this to family, for one thing.

The school uniform I had to wear involved shorts. it also involved one of the old-fashioned school caps - my school had only just ditched those in my year of entry, but I felt as if the uniform - and the Jennings/William Brown school cap - was rubbing it in re humiliation and embarrassment. It was also in the royal blue that was, in 1973-75, School colours...

In other dreams:

I've written here before, in a sort of "getting it off my chest" confessional sort of way - about a girl I got a bit obsessive about nearly forty years ago, and how it all got a bit stalker-ish. (still not proud of that, but - bad time) Particularly during the lockdown year, I ended up revisiting this time and had a few uncomfortable and emotionally intense dreams about her.

Well... S has been in my dreams again recently. It's fair to say that the tone and emotional landscape of the dreams is different. In one I was in a bad situation and had to ask her, humbly and respectfully, for advice as to the best route to take to leave the town we were both in and get myself on the right route out. She considered this and asked me to wait while she looked things up. I don't recall what happened next, but I recall travelling on a bus through a landscape that looked progressively less "inner-city" and more ordered.

Last night, we ended up playing some sort of ball game together, possibly on an outdoor basketball court or playing area that had a light fence, but no wall, on a pleasant sunny day. The atmosphere was friendly and straightforward. There was no intensity or romantic or other desire on my part - just appreciating her for what she was while she seemed to have no reserve or ill-will towards me. Effectively, the vibe was one of two people who respected each other as friends, catching up. I got the feeling that this was the sort of nodding casual friendship we were meant to have had back then in the 1980s.... but I'd effed it up by getting intense. A lesson learnt, maybe?
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Your subconscious is blaring away loud and clear here! :bthumbup:

The uniform is rather fetching too.
 

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escargot said:
Your subconscious is blaring away loud and clear here! :bthumbup:

The uniform is rather fetching too.
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A recurring theme in dreams is my skipping, absenting myself, or otherwise finding excuses to avoid, lessons in Maths and Physics. This recurs across dreams, including last night's, and I have no idea why this should be so - I'm sort of "layman literate" in the ideas of physics and since leaving school I haven't had a qualm about maths. Yet in dreams, I dread and shun both subject areas, almost pathologically so!
 
I had three dreams.

The first one involved disguising myself as the Jedi Kit Fisto so I could take on Darth Vader, but instead of doing that I spent time hanging out with my old sixth form friend group.

Then there was a time agency which was operating a mission in wartime... I think it was Poland but may have been Germany.

I was a young female agent who spoke English as my first language. My accent in t'other language would have given me away, but I understood it perfectly. So I was a servant who everyone thought couldn't speak, working for whoever our target (a member of the Nazi party maybe?) was.

I was being helped in whatever I was doing, by a German or Polish Jewish man who had taken up an undercover job working for this target for his own reasons.

Then the scene changed and I was at a travel agency listening to a great long sales spiel in Spanish, which I couldn't follow fast enough to understand all the salesman was saying. Eventually I got out of it by saying I maybe didn't have the money for the travel package he was offering and might just take an internal flight to see my friend.

I woke up with a strong desire to learn Polish, improve my Spanish and write a series of children's books about a time agency! :chuckle:
 
I had several dreams last night. Of one only the mood remains, of the second all I remember is that I'd gone on a trip with my dog, who was sometimes an owl. We'd driven to a large car park in the middle of nowhere and walked along a road to a lakeside where people were congregating at some kind of get together. My dog/owl had flown off and I was whistling her in, holding up my arm for her to land. She came to me once, but the second time she flew off right over my head and I had to catch her and put her on a lead. We walked back to the car park and I couldn't remember where my car was, but fortunately saw it sticking out among others in a sandy, beachy sort of car park.

The second was much more detailed, and odd. I was on a bus travelling (I think) through Exeter. It was a double decker, but more of an excursion than public transport. I was with a few people who were friends/acquaintances and, as we travelled, I was raising the issue quite loudly of some kind of sexism/discrimination that I thought that I and my friends had been subjected to. It seemed to have been in the past, and something to do with Horse and Hound magazine, and possibly Pony magazine as well. We were being argued with by a man in a bowler hat with a small moustache (just the kind of stereotypical 'little grey office man' you would imagine) who also had his supporters. The date 08 April was important, for some reason. There had recently, apparently, been a similar high profile case and I was hoping to piggy back onto this, but I was making my case very eloquently and quite vociferously too. I remember being proud of myself for standing my ground and making the case so clearly for everyone. At one point I grabbed a doll and pulled its head off and gave it a slap, then hoped that nobody would notice because this would undermine my case... We couldn't get off the bus until the case was settled and I was hoping it wouldn't take too long, but there was still a good deal of vocal argy bargy going on when I woke up.
 
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