What Did You Dream Of Last Night?

The previous night (as described upthread) was very disrupted, but I slept soundly last night, despite the 0525 alarm clock.
But I had some totally bizarre dream in which;

I had travelled to Japan to do some 'research' on a you tube video I was making (BTW I do not make you tube videos IRL).
Whilst there I was interested in a robot/automaton used by a supermarket chain to do their deliveries, however it wasn't like the little buggies we see trundling around - no, it was the size of a transit van, was not robotic but instead driven by a person hidden inside, and shaped/built to resemble a large, wooden, armadillo.
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It had some sort of clockwork power instead of an engine.
So I met up with Jeremy Clarkson, James May and Richard Hammond, who were all working on a similar film, but they told me we had to wait until You Tuber 'Tom Scott' had finished filming his bit.
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Then we all went for lunch together in a restaurant that was part of a theatre, quite dark seating, next to the stage.
After that we all went out into the bright sunshine to see the delivery vehicle at work.
Then later on, James May had brought one back to England and removed the 'workings' inside so that he could transform it into a large, armadillo-shaped, barbecue.

Beats me.
 
I woke up vaguely needing a wee but lacking the necessary wherewithal to drag myself downstairs to the bathroom. So I decided to just go back to sleep.

Whereupon I had a dream with multiple false-awakenings that involved me going downstairs to the toilet. In one I even double-checked myself to make sure I was awake (I wasn't).

Thank heaven that my bladder and my brain were on the ball or I'd be facing an embarrassing day of airing out the mattress and washing the bedding.
 
Trevp666 said:
The previous night (as described upthread) was very disrupted, but I slept soundly last night, despite the 0525 alarm clock.
But I had some totally bizarre dream in which;

I had travelled to Japan to do some 'research' on a you tube video I was making (BTW I do not make you tube videos IRL).
Whilst there I was interested in a robot/automaton used by a supermarket chain to do their deliveries, however it wasn't like the little buggies we see trundling around - no, it was the size of a transit van, was not robotic but instead driven by a person hidden inside, and shaped/built to resemble a large, wooden, armadillo.
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It had some sort of clockwork power instead of an engine.
So I met up with Jeremy Clarkson, James May and Richard Hammond, who were all working on a similar film, but they told me we had to wait until You Tuber 'Tom Scott' had finished filming his bit.
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Then we all went for lunch together in a restaurant that was part of a theatre, quite dark seating, next to the stage.
After that we all went out into the bright sunshine to see the delivery vehicle at work.
Then later on, James May had brought one back to England and removed the 'workings' inside so that he could transform it into a large, armadillo-shaped, barbecue.

Beats me.
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Love your armadillo idea. Should totally use it:). Just noticing that the recent postings you've done here involves a lot of travel and movement. Looks like you are working out your daily life while sleeping ie still adjusting to your move.
 
A colleague with whom I worked now and then, and whom I disliked for their constant allegations of bullying from perfectly supportive members of staff, is on the sick after suffering a stroke.

Oh dear, how sad.

Last night I dreamed they were sitting beside me at work.

I did a double take and said 'Whoaaah, I thought you were off ill!' to which they replied 'No, I'm all right now.'

To me this means they're dead.

Haven't heard any such news though.
 
I had to go downstairs and put the light on after this one.

I was part of a reality-type TV show, where I and a few other people had been 'castaway' on an island. Things were going wrong in the world outside and we'd been neglected. At the point the dream started, about five or six of us were attempting to sleep in a shed, on a raised platform. It was cold and we hadn't enough covers. A young man, who seemed to be our leader, said he was 'going in the other room to get sleeping bags' (this was, aparently, a risky manoevre). I said we should share sleeping bags to keep warm, but we all decided just to bunk up together for heat on the platform.

Then there were a lot of confused scenes. On this island was a large settlement/town and we'd gone in to try to find out what was happening. There was a lot of general panic and people bustling up and down. I went into a shop which apparently sold carpets, and the salesman was calmly selling rugs to people, despite general mayhem. I wanted to buy washing powder, because, as I kept telling everyone, I wanted to do some washing as I'd run out of clean underwear. People were talking about the Queen, and it made me wonder, because I knew she was dead and we now had a king, but they didn't appear to know this.

Then the group and I were on a bus. An enormous UFO flew over our head, down the road and vanished over some hills. It was the 'traditional' type, a metallic ball with rings around the outside, but nobody else seemed to see it. There was a lot of talk of how the world was going to shit and we were stuck on this island, and a Japanese lady passed me a very dogeared and damp piece of paper, which seemed to be a form we had to either read and agree or fill out. The only words I could see were 'Our Late Leader' handwritten in the middle.

It was all very noisy and confusing and I remember at one point saying 'I want my mum,' words I don't think I have ever uttered during my waking life.
 
I was annoyed by a Superhero T-Shirt I'd bought in Forbidden Planet, it was bad quality. A bunch of friends joined me wearing ragged T-Shirts they pretended they bought in FP. On the way there most of the crowd decided they'd prefer to organise an Anti-Austerity Demo. So I and a couple of other friends went to buy fireworks.
 
maximus otter said:
l wasn’t, but now you’ve got me worried!

OK, everyone: lf Dinosaur-Killer II hits Cromer, l did my best to warn you all…

maximus otter
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There is something familiar about Tinghosthall though. Different spelling I reckon.

TANSTAAFL comes to mind..

But I think there might be a closer example.
 
I dreamt that I had broken one of my favourite mugs.
It is white with Homer Simpson in various poses printed on it.
In my dream I was just holding the handle, still attached to a broken bit of the mug, and I was saying something like "That was my favourite mug".
This mug V actually (but mine is very faded).
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I dreamed that there was a lady (older, quite a well-worn face) standing out in the garden next door to me, chatting on her phone. She'd left the back door open and was wandering in and out of the house as she talked. I was a little taken aback, because (as I reasoned) the young couple next door (whom I know quite well) seemed to have sold and moved without saying anything to me. (They spent most of the BH weekend pressure washing their garden, and, in my head, this was because they were moving, which all made sense in Dream World).

The lady had left the gate between our gardens open, so I went to close it, as she had two lurcher-type dogs in the garden with her. I said 'I'm just going to close this, because my dog can be a bit reactive' (which is true), and she came over to speak to me. There was a big runner-type carpet out in the garden, all along the path.

As far as I am aware, nobody in our little run of cottages has plans to move, and the gate the lady had left open is my gate, so she would have had no need to touch it, but this didn't occur to me in the dream. I was more worried about my dog setting about her rather elegant lurchers than anything else.
 
Good grief - another night of disturbed sleep, repeatedly waking up from mixed-up dreams.

In one I was renting a house and the Estate Agents representative arrived, with their own key, and let themselves in - he was brandishing a taser and said it was because he had 'done his research' on me and knew about the 'gangland connections'. Then he proceeded to use the back garden of the property to make a football based soft-porn film.

Then another dream in which I was staying at some large hotel which included, as part of the building, some kind of lighthouse structure.
The rest of the hotel had been booked out for some sort of 'company party' including much drunkenness and debauchery, but I was not involved as I didn't work for them, but I had to complain to the management when I found that none of the facilities in the hotel were usable as they were either being totally overwhelmed by all these other people, or had been damaged so much that were rendered useless.
Then part of the building was on fire. Just stay away from that bit.
The next day was glorious sunshine. A lot of activities had been provided outside, where it was apparently the rolling hills of the Dover cliffs.
A rifle range had been set up.
And then I saw John Cleese walking towards me.
"Hello John" I said.
"Thank youooooooooo........" replied John.

Beats me.
 
Dreamed that Techy and I were at a hotel, about to check out, and needed to find Reception.
We went through a set of big doors into a large hall with a stage at one end where a Lily Savage lookalike was strutting around, presumably preparing for a performance.

Aware that Paul o'Grady has recently died I knew he was a stand-in so shouted 'Ohhh, Lily's back!' which went down badly with the small groups of San Francisco clones who were standing around.

We decided to discreetly leave and tried another set of doors to the left, which led into what seemed to be the waiting area.
It was crowded with clones, some of whom wore scanty leather outfits. Tattoos and piercings galore.

I thought 'It's going to be fun squeezing past this lot!' :chuckle: and woke up.
 
Here's a first, for me anyway: I had a dream about a dream.

I dreamt, in great detail, that I was telling a fellow, in great detail, about the two weeks I spent in the US.
When I awoke, I had to think a few moments, before concluding I've never been to the US. Although I do remember having a dream about spending a fortnight there.
 
Herr Cloaca said:
Here's a first, for me anyway: I had a dream about a dream.

I dreamt, in great detail, that I was telling a fellow, in great detail, about the two weeks I spent in the US.
When I awoke, I had to think a few moments, before concluding I've never been to the US. Although I do remember having a dream about spending a fortnight there.
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Aren't those type confusing? The fact that you actually have to think whether part of it happened IRL.

Makes you wonder as to how your mind works and if some of your remembered "realities" may have been dreams you had years ago.
 
Last night Techy dreamed that I was walking about on external stairs made of scaffolding.
He was on the ground looking up at me, and as he knew there was a big hole in the floor he shouted to try to stop me falling through it; but I didn't hear him and plummeted to the ground and he woke up.

The scaffolding might be from a business we often cycle past.
Yesterday I told Techy 'I always think they're taking a long time putting up that building, then I remember it's a scaffolding shop!' :chuckle:
 
Two snippets of dreams survive from last night. The first was a disaster occurring. The Moon was huge and too close, filling the horizon, it had broken in two, hanging in the sky. One half slowly rotated (strangely, I was willing it too because it would be more dramatic) and slammed into the left-hand half, causing them both to fragment spectacularly and plummet to Earth beyond the horizon, without causing any visible destruction. The next thing I was stood on a beach with someone looking out west and telling her, "there's nothing there now, it's all gone. The Moon destroyed it all." I explained that Ireland and the North American continent were now beneath the Atlantic Ocean.

The second one, someone was asking me what a little creature was that was walking caterpillar-like across a tabletop. "That's a leech" I said. It dropped down off the table. A short while later I looked at my wrist and it was attached at both ends, drinking. I pulled it off and discarded it, leaving two bleeding puncture wounds (one from each end of the worm!).
 
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SimonBurchell said:
The Moon destroyed it all." I explained that Ireland and the North American continent were now beneath the Atlantic Ocean.
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Thanks, so you dumped me into the ocean. Here's a conundrum, if all of North America is under water, what happens to the Pacific Ocean and the Arctic Ocean? Which ocean did we actually sink under? Maybe you can solve it in tonight's dream.:rofl:
 
brownmane said:
Thanks, so you dumped me into the ocean. Here's a conundrum, if all of North America is under water, what happens to the Pacific Ocean and the Arctic Ocean? Which ocean did we actually sink under? Maybe you can solve it in tonight's dream.:rofl:
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Twern't me, 'twere the Moon, I saw it myself. As for which ocean, it was definitely the Atlantic Ocean that I said in the dream... and it's my dream, so I decide! Dream geographers can argue about it in future dreams though, so if I get an update I'll be sure to let you know...
 
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I'm a little creeped out at the moment. Struggling to sleep, dozed off. I dreamt I was in a car with my parents, sister and nan (who died in 2013). We were on my nans Street about to set off and felt the urge to check the front door. My dad got out of the car annoyed because he knew the door was locked, but when he pushed it. It opened and my grandad was there, (he died in 2006, incidentally 2 weeks after I got my 1st rescue dog. He also 'visited' me a week before my nan died and said she would be ok, he would look after her).

We went in the house, and my nan went into the kitchen with him, but I couldn't find them soI'm shouting for him. I go into the living room and there are 2 child like dolls on a blanket on the floor. A couple are stood behind the door. They are crying and the dolls are their children. I feel sad and ask "Is heaven just the same?". They look at each other sadly and say not were we are going.

Then I turn and a grey dog is coming towards me with a blue lead in its mouth. Really pleased to see me. I hold the lead and walk out the door. As I wake up, I look at my watch and it is 3.15.

I'm m going to pick up a new rescue dog this week, he isn't grey though. Is granddad trying to tell me something?
 
I was visiting a city (might have been Exeter?) and walking around the shops. In one, I was standing around, just looking, and there was a huge advertising hoarding above my head, showing pictures of members of staff of a fashion magazine, all in different 'model type' poses. One was a girl sitting on a horse, she had her hands held up as though she were holding reins and wearing something wafty. I thought 'she's never ridden a horse in her life', then I noticed another similar picture underneath of someone else in the same pose. There was another 'horse' in the picture, it was clearly a model and only had half a mane. The girls' name was underneath, with something like 'staff' or 'stress' written on it and I thought, oh, they're just showing what they do at the magazine.

Then I was just leaving the shop, passing out through the doorway. Two young men were standing there, having a discussion. One was talking about cashing in something (it wasn't a pension, but it was something like an insurance) because he couldn't afford it. His friend went back into the shop and I took it upon myself to tell this young man NOT to stop paying, that he wouldn't get back the money he'd put in, and he'd be glad of it one day. His friend came back and heard and said 'I was going to tell him that'. Both of the lads had really big, brown eyes and were cute in a slightly 'overdone' way. I just smiled and left them to it.

I was looking at a magazine the other day, which is probably where the 'staff list' came from, but giving financial advice to strangers in the street? No idea...
 
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