Nah, just a bigger house for all my 'stuff'.Sounds like you are looking for more in life, or something along that idea.
Nah, just a bigger house for all my 'stuff'.Sounds like you are looking for more in life, or something along that idea.
Don't you hate it when you have to problem solve in dreams? Like we don't have to do that every dayLast night I dreamed (I must be in one of my cycles of dream-remembering) that I had sold my house and was now house sharing with a friend. It was a very small place and I was quite indignant that we had to share a bathroom (we may also have had to share a bedroom, or the house may have been all one room and open plan, I don't remember). She was quite happy with this but I was annoyed that I'd sold my lovely little cottage to have to share! At one point she came in and I was carving a groove in a very long and narrow piece of black wood in the middle of the floor and we had a discussion about what would happen if one of us wanted the bathroom when the other was in there and whether we could write up a rota.
Then I discovered a whole separate part to the house we were living in. There was another bedroom, with an en suite bathroom and a mezzanine floor with stairs which led out of the bedroom up to another room. I didn't look up there, but told my friend (who is an IRL friend but not one I would ever choose to share a house with!) that I would move into this bedroom and have the en suite, whereupon she announced that she was going to move to the mezzanine floor and live up there and we could share the en suite...
At which I was most cross, and woke up.
Long blonde hair, long dark coat - perhaps you were dreaming about Nicola Bulley.Dreamed that Techy and I witnessed an accident: a small shallow river on a woodland lane was blocked off to traffic, but a car came through quickly from the other direction and smashed through the temporary barrier.
The car and driver (a young man) were badly smashed up. As I chatted with a young woman nearby, I noticed that she had long blonde hair and was well-prepared for the outdoors, wearing a long dark coat and drinking a hot beverage from an insulated travel mug. Seemed familiar.
She was standing on the gravelly bed of a river that was running very low. I saw a human foot on the ground next to her. It had obviously ended up there after the crash. We retrieved it and discussed whether it could be re-attached after being in the river. Brrr.
For sure.Long blonde hair, long dark coat - perhaps you were dreaming about Nicola Bulley.
remember to stay within the limits for paracetamol et al.host of cold and flu remedies
You can find YouTube videos that claim to do that. Gave me shocking nightmares.Last night I dreamed I was washing potatoes in a sink, watching the skin flake off and wondering whether I could get away with not peeling them, whilst listening to a bunch of wizards talking about playing hide and seek (which was my audio book - Hogfather, last night - seeping through) in a large and crowded room, whilst my eldest daughter sat somewhere behind me.
Now wondering, given the propensity of the audio book for being assimilated into my dreams, whether there's an audio book that can be used to spark lucid dreaming.
Just eat half a pound of strong vintage cheddar at bedtime, that'll do the trick.to spark lucid dreaming.
Sounds like you suspect someone around you to be lying and putting up a false front, and acting angelic ('white bonnet'). And that others are taken in by this person.Last night I dreamed I was living with a family and being utterly downtrodden by a matriarch figure who was bedridden. I'd finally had enough and stormed in to tell her what I thought of her, only to find she was suspiciously young, with a very smooth face. She wore a frilly white bonnet too.
Most odd.
Why, Grandma. What big teeth you have.Last night I dreamed I was living with a family and being utterly downtrodden by a matriarch figure who was bedridden. I'd finally had enough and stormed in to tell her what I thought of her, only to find she was suspiciously young, with a very smooth face. She wore a frilly white bonnet too.
Most odd.
Not this one was it?I dreamt about something I don't recall even thinking about for some 50 years.
I was back at junior school and my class went on a school trip to a coffee museum (might have been a coffee and tea museum).
My dream was so vivid that I could almost smell the rich coffee aroma when I woke and some details of the trip (must have been 1969 or 70) like the large tubs of coffee beans on display, the impressive central atrium so you could look down onto an open lower level, carpeted rampways and the pocket guide to the history of coffee we were given, in the shape of a large cardboard fold-out coffee bean, were unlocked from the recesses of my memory for the first time in maybe half a century.
I had to Google for the place when I woke, but was unable to find anything that matched my dream and/or memories.
I think it was south or south-west London and the building seemed modern and even slightly futurist, rather than more typical historical museum premises.
It's bugging me now that I cannot find any record of the place that I know I visited all those years ago and which visited me in last night's dream.
Anyone out there recall somewhere like this?
I'll also post this on the Do You Remember forum, as they're heavily into 70's nostalgia there.
Not this one was it?
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bramah_Tea_and_Coffee_Museum
Ah! Sorry I only saw that it was closed - didn't look at the opening dateMany thanks for your suggestion, but this museum didn't open until 1992, which is at least 22 years too late for my school trip and related dream!
Do you actually remember the school trip in question, @blessmycottonsocks ? It's not one of these 'dream memories' where you dream about something that you are sure is real or really happened, but turn out to be a fabrication? I sometimes dream of places that I think I know, but once I've woken up properly and thought about it, I've realised that they are an amalgam of experiences rather than one single place?Many thanks for your suggestion, but this museum didn't open until 1992, which is at least 22 years too late for my school trip and related dream!
Nope, nothing like that in my life at all. I did wonder if it was some kind of lingering memory of my mother (who could be a trifle controlling), as I remember her as bedbound in her last few weeks.Sounds like you suspect someone around you to be lying and putting up a false front, and acting angelic ('white bonnet'). And that others are taken in by this person.
Do you actually remember the school trip in question, @blessmycottonsocks ? It's not one of these 'dream memories' where you dream about something that you are sure is real or really happened, but turn out to be a fabrication? I sometimes dream of places that I think I know, but once I've woken up properly and thought about it, I've realised that they are an amalgam of experiences rather than one single place?
Just a suggestion....
Wasn't in the old Commonwealth Institute was it? It's since closed and become the design museum apparently. I remember going on a school trip there in the '60s but I can't remember much about it. Probably some exhibits on various Commonwealth countries exports, customs, etc. but I don't know whether they had exhibitions or not.No. I definitely remember the school trip.
I suspect somewhere up in the attic, amongst a few exercise books and old school reports from those days, there is still a fold-out cardboard coffee bean-shaped educational guide from the trip. I think I used it as a bookmark for some time after the event.
Because I can find no references to a coffee and tea museum matching my recollection and/or dream though, I'm wondering if it was a temporary educational exhibition at some other south London venue.
So it was your mother then. And you are perhaps hoping she is an 'angel'.Nope, nothing like that in my life at all. I did wonder if it was some kind of lingering memory of my mother (who could be a trifle controlling), as I remember her as bedbound in her last few weeks.
I remember going there on a school trip, late 70s or early 80s.the old Commonwealth Institute
Wasn't in the old Commonwealth Institute was it? It's since closed and become the design museum apparently. I remember going on a school trip there in the '60s but I can't remember much about it. Probably some exhibits on various Commonwealth countries exports, customs, etc. but I don't know whether they had exhibitions or not.
https://c20society.org.uk/lost-modern/commonwealth-institute-london
Interior pics here:
https://rbkclocalstudies.wordpress.com/2016/12/01/what-is-the-commonwealth-institute/
You're welcome. It was bugging me as well and it wasn't even my dream!Wow! I think you've cracked it!
As soon as I saw this photo:
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... I got a flash of recall of me standing on the balcony with some schoolfriends and looking down at the open area.
They must have done an exhibition about trade goods from the Commonwealth and it was the coffee part that lodged in my mind all these years.
Goodness knows why it all surfaced in such a vivid dream though!
Thanks again @Tunn11 , you are a star!