What Did You Dream Of Last Night?

Here's a weird one. Background: I'm waiting for a cardiac operation to restore a heart valve, and while this is going on I tend to run out of energy quickly and I need to go and sleep for a few hours, so my sleep-waking pattern has been bespoke to me: six hours on, three hours asleep. During one of those sleep sessions, I dreamt of being on a lonely road in the late evening that I sensed was somewhere in northern Scotland. (an in dream association). It was dark and gloomy, but not so dark that I wasn't aware of some very high hills, maybe mountains, looming up on my right. They were not especially tall - several hundred feet at most - but they looked as if an awful lot of height was implied in them, they were bigger than I thought. There was certainly no comfort there, just a sense of the sinister and "other". The road itself was a modern well-kept black top highway.

I realised that the journey I'd taken had somehow been the "wrong" one and the bus had dropped me off in entirely the wrong place. There was no sense of fear or alarm about this; it was just the way things were. I had a feeling it would be best to get off the road and find shelter of some sort, to get indoors.

When I realised this, I became aware of an incredibly tall white pillar in some sort of stone, in front of me and on the left. This was a classical Egyptian-looking obelisk, square-sided and coming to a needle point. Beyond that was a white building, several stories high, looking like an anonymous factory or office block on an industrial estate, and in an otherwise deserted landscape it was reassuringly lit up. I wondered what something like this was doing here, as it just said "anonymous cheap 1960's offices". I moved towards it and it very quickly got a lot nearer than might have been expected if I'd just been walking.

The scene then changed and I was still in "Northern Scotland" but this time in an old-fashioned hotel; talked to other people and was advised, soberly, not to leave my room at night as things roamed in the night hours in the corridors outside which would certainly attack me. But in my allocated room, I'd be safe, they couldn't get me in there... feeling of threat and anxiety.

Then woke up.

Needed to log this before I forgot!
 
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Woke up towards 1am from a dream wherein Escet, some other man and I were working together to 'make safe' a couple of huge crocodiles by wrapping their jaws with bungee cords and parcel tape.
This worked well and nobody was bitten.

We were expressing a disgruntled We 'ave ter do EVERYTHIN' round'ere! sort of vibe to each other. :chuckle:

This was probably a combination of a Mr Ballen story and the news about the recent 'crocodile wedding'.
 
Oddly, I woke at about the time Skargy posted and thought about posting my dream, but didn't. It was an 'Alien Invasion' dream.

I was sitting with two young chaps (I think I was young too in the dream), one was my partner and the other had come to us to tell us about some alien invasion that was going on. We were sitting together, he and I with our legs over one another while the third person kept getting up and walking around. Then I was holding a small child near a swimming pool, people were being 'taken over' by aliens (I think someone mentioned Invasion of the Body Snatchers in the dream) and nobody knew who was who. The child in my arms mutated into a man-sized black bug with a furry abdomen, which flew off around the pool.

All together it was quite alarming and I had to go downstairs and write notes to myself to get it all down.
 
I was pursuing a car driven by a local criminal turd oppressed member of the working class when it screeched to a halt on some bare ground near a large covered market. The driver looked back at me, then entered the market via a key-cutting stall. l followed on foot.

Break.

I’m now on a street, and I’m approached by a friendly but tramp-y looking Chinese man. Very similar to Victor Wong:

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The next thing l know, we’re both sitting happily on the pavement, talking about how difficult it is to communicate with today’s teenagers, with me doing jokey gang signs and giving it all the “Fam, bruv” pish.

Awake.

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maximus otter
 
I was visiting my old university, the University of East Anglia (though it looked nothing like the real UEA) with my wife.

We were walking along a long glass-walled corridor with very, very large rooms to the right of it. In one of the rooms were dozens and dozens of skeletons for anatomy students to study. These weren't real skeletons but anatomically accurate plastic or something like that with the bones in different colours or lit up differently.

There was an elderly couple (I say elderly but realistically they weren't much older than me). I told the bloke, who was the professor, that I was there because I graduated from the university years ago and I wanted to see what it was like.

Meanwhile, his silver-haired wife who was wearing a fluffy grey pullover was trying to take my chest measurement using a tape measure! And she was talking to me about the Peace Place that had been at UEA in the 1980s (there's no such thing as the Peace Place in real life) was now in Essex.

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The only thing I can relate to my present life is that my father, who died a month ago and whose eulogy I'm writing at the moment, donated his body to Bristol University's Medical School.
 
cycleboy2 said:
I was visiting my old university, the University of East Anglia (though it looked nothing like the real UEA) with my wife.


Meanwhile, his silver-haired wife who was wearing a fluffy grey pullover was trying to take my chest measurement using a tape measure! And she was talking to me about the Peace Place that had been at UEA in the 1980s (there's no such thing as the Peace Place in real life) was now in Essex.
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You're not thinking of the wigwam, are you? I recall an eccentric and borderline-crazy Student Union officer set up a tepee in university grounds sometime around 1984-85 and lived in it, claiming it was an exercise in ecologically harmonious living and therefore World Peace would follow on... it took months for the university to get the go-ahead legally to evict him and take it down. Can't quite remember the guy's name, but he was Asian, as I recall, the name "Shantum Beg" comes to mind (might be misremembered)
 
I dreamed I was staying in a castle with my eldest daughter. I dreamed I was wandering the corridors looking for a bathroom, and it was dark and I was almost completely lost. However, I knew my daughter's room was close by - it was in a wing of the castle, which protruded, so I could see her bedroom through a window on the corridor where I was walking. I just thought, ah well, if I get really lost I can go and tap on her door. As I walked down the corridor I heard, from one of the rooms a woman say 'Do you want to go to the hospital?' I thought that someone may have heard me moving about and got frightened, so I dodged into the next room, which was a bathroom.

And I tried to turn on the light. It was a pull switch light, which wouldn't turn on. I clicked it several times, thinking 'I thought it was only in dreams that lights didn't work!' And I never put two and two together!

Half waking up afterwards I felt 'heavy' and unnaturally sleepy, and wondered if I'd been drugged in my dream. I hadn't, of course, I'd just got rolled up in the duvet.
 
I'd interpret a dream of my own like this, in similar circumstances, to be directly about my late father.
(My father popped up in my dreams a lot after he died.)

I can explain myself if you're interested, either in a post or privately.

Must say, it seems very obvious indeed to me. :)

Edit - this s for @cycleboy2.
 
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AgProv said:
You're not thinking of the wigwam, are you? I recall an eccentric and borderline-crazy Student Union officer set up a tepee in university grounds sometime around 1984-85 and lived in it, claiming it was an exercise in ecologically harmonious living and therefore World Peace would follow on... it took months for the university to get the go-ahead legally to evict him and take it down. Can't quite remember the guy's name, but he was Asian, as I recall, the name "Shantum Beg" comes to mind (might be misremembered)
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Well, well, well, it's possible as that's when I was at UEA, and you're thinking of Shantum Seth who I think was the Student Union chair at the time.

Shantum is the brother of the novelist and poet Vikram Seth, of A Suitable Boy fame, and is now "an ordained Dharmacharya (Dharma Teacher) in the Buddhist Mindfulness lineage of the Zen Master Thich Nhat Hanh and teaches in India and across the world".

https://www.buddhapath.com/Shantum Seth.html
 
I wish I could remember more of this dream from last night cos as I recall, it was quite enjoyable.

I was in some sort of 'social club' which was done out in the style of a 1970s American mafia boss' place type thing.
There was a small stage with some entertainment on, I dunno, some woman singing and/or an 'exotic dancer' of some sort.
It was a bit smoky in there.
But here's the thing - everybody in there was people I knew in the past. I was sitting with a bunch of guys I used to hang around with in my late teens, Mick, Deano, Jonesy, Pete.... but everywhere I looked I recognised people.
And then a woman that used to be a lodger in an old place I lived in appeared, nicked my glass of scotch and proceeded to drink it.
 
This is about my wife”s dream.

In her book club and church group some ladies have gotten really old so a death would not be unexpected.

She had a dream about a lady who had passed in the past and the next day she did learn another lady also passed.

But in her dream was my father watching all of this.

I said what the f—- because she and I rarely ever dream about my father.

I have to contemplate this.
 
Just remembered some dream snippets from last night. I was visiting a young woman (late teens/early twenties) in an institution of some kind. She had done something wrong, not long-term detention wrong, but bad enough to get a night in a cell, which was basically a bare white-tiled room, soaked with weird urine and gunge on the floor. The young woman was complaining that she would have to spend the night in the room, and I wasn't very sympathetic, commenting that it was her own fault, and anyway, she would be out in the morning. There were no bars or doors, so she could have walked out if she wanted...

I walked past a stern lady who was a member of staff, and who was always very abrupt (at least, in the dream, I knew she was always abrupt every time I saw her), but I was determined to be friendly and said goodbye to her, she grunted something with her back half turned, and I flippantly said "A pleasure talking to you, as always!" and left, turning a corner where the wide corridor opened up straight onto Brighton seafront, with a beautiful sunset taking place over the pier (an impossible sunset, because I would have been looking south). I just stood there in awe of the beauty, then people were starting to get a bit tense and panicky and talking about the alien invasion. That's all I can remember, although I am aware there was quite a bit leading up to the institution-scene, and some alien-invasion type dreaming afterwards, all gone.
 
I dreamed I was in (I think) Canada, with my ex husband, his brother and my children. We'd gone for a hike up a mountain past a kind of lapboard building, and we were standing looking back at the building, trying to explain that we'd taken the lower track and not the upper one. The building was supposed to be a luxury hotel, we went for a look around and found it in a state of collapse and decay, with people wandering around inside.

Then there was a scene in a swimming pool. We were all in swimming costumes and I got out of the pool to find that one of my daughter's had written me a note and wrapped it in a towel by the side of the pool. It was all very odd, because it was like the plot of a book - I *knew* that certain things were meant to be happening and that I was *supposed* to be having an affair with my husband's brother and it was through the medium of the note that my daughter left that everyone found out. So it was like living in a book that was being written at the same time? Very strange, as I often dream abount being in a TV programme that I am watching at the same time, but I've never dreamed about living in a book I was writing.

I should point out that I have never had an affair with a husband's brother. It was simply a book plot, although not any book that I have written.
 
cycleboy2 said:
Well, well, well, it's possible as that's when I was at UEA, and you're thinking of Shantum Seth who I think was the Student Union chair at the time.

Shantum is the brother of the novelist and poet Vikram Seth, of A Suitable Boy fame, and is now "an ordained Dharmacharya (Dharma Teacher) in the Buddhist Mindfulness lineage of the Zen Master Thich Nhat Hanh and teaches in India and across the world".

https://www.buddhapath.com/Shantum Seth.html
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That's him. Instantly recognisable 38 years on. Thank you!
 
Woke up for a brew from Techy, felt a bit rough and went back to sleep for an hour.

Dreamed that Techy'd acquired a tandem for us to take on a day out.
It was a little unusual because Techy powered it by pedalling at the back while I reclined on a comfy padded reclining seat at the front.
Like an extended butcher's bike. :chuckle:

I was enjoying the ride, chatting Techy whom of course I couldn't see, taking in the lovely scenery, when a phone rang. Reaching for what I thought was a mobile, I grabbed an old-fashioned ivory-coloured Bakelite-type model.

Was disappointed to wake up. :(
 
escargot said:
Woke up for a brew from Techy, felt a bit rough and went back to sleep for an hour.

Dreamed that Techy'd acquired a tandem for us to take on a day out.
It was a little unusual because Techy powered it by pedalling at the back while I reclined on a comfy padded reclining seat at the front.
Like an extended butcher's bike. :chuckle:

I was enjoying the ride, chatting Techy whom of course I couldn't see, taking in the lovely scenery, when a phone rang. Reaching for what I thought was a mobile, I grabbed an old-fashioned ivory-coloured Bakelite-type model.

Was disappointed to wake up. :(
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Strangely enough, I saw a similar bike just the other day. The bike in front wasn't a padded seat though, but an actual bike only one of those lying down ones. It was a family, mum on a separate bike with dad pedalling the back of the tandem and an early thirties bloke whom I assumed to be the son in the front.

I'd never seen a tandem of that design before, so I found myself paying attention as they went past.
 
Trevp666 said:
You've got a nerve haven't you?
Surely you'd be better off having Techy pedalling?
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Well, the reason I abandoned the idea was that the person I'd've been propelling was less than svelte so yeah, set Techy on it! :wink2:
 
I must have been watching a telly item about volunteers in the Ukraine war.

I was in a large cinema or theatre packed with people, other volunteers and their families, watching a presentation by a professional soldier. The final demonstration was “How to throw a grenade.” The trainer pulled the pin, then threw the grenade into a large pile of what looked like scrap cloth or material right in front of the stage: Thud! and a cloud of greyish smoke.

At this point, the evident leader of my group of trainees stood up and called for us all to leave, as we’d seen enough. l remember thinking, “Great! Now we won’t get to see the flash cards showing us where the minefields are!”

We filed out into a large side room, and began donning our uniforms. l recall that l was wearing an excellent merino wool base layer.

Bladder alarm.

maximus otter
 
I met up with a varied bunch of about a dozen people, some of which were (ugh) teenagers, to go away on some sort of 3 or 4 day break somewhere.

Cut to....exterior....docks.....early evening. My travelling companions are nowhere to be seen but I am aware we are all going to be travelling together.
Then suddenly the holiday is over, and we are meeting up again back here in the UK, at some kind of large hall, like a village hall, only this one also has some sort of indoor pool in it - not a 'swimming pool' but more like one of those diving training pools.
All the others appear to have gained some new 'skill' while away.
One chap is messing with a model of a battleship, like a remote-control thing.
Another chap is fixing broken furniture.
I am being regaled with the details of a computer programming course that someone had been on.

I make my excuses and leave, and find myself in a tumble-down bungalow, sitting on a worn out sofa.
The front of the property has a large brick-built porch area, like an additional room but with the windows missing.
Computer Programming chap is there, boring me again.

I escape that and find myself back at the docks.
It's bright sunshine and I'm walking along chatting with one of the teenage girls, who is apparently my niece.
She is enthusiastically telling me about what a great time she has had.
I'm unenthusiastically telling her what a boring time I have had.
 
One with some little factual basis last night. A couple of things to note: My mother-in-law likes the music of the Kinks, and her late father used to be the landlord of one of the Kinks’ favourite pubs in London. She is also legendarily shit at timekeeping, organisation and haste.

I, my wife and the MIL were living in a house near a flat block. I had occasion to visit said flat block, which had a launderette in its ground floor. ln the launderette who should l find but Ray Davies of the Kinks plus another band member. Despite some reservations on their part, l managed to half persuade, half drag them back to my house. Once there, l set them up in the ground floor living room with a glass of wine, talking to (my father-in-law?)

Dashing up the stairs l began to try and find the MIL and my wife. Room after room l search with no success, growing more and more frustrated and angry. Eventually l push open the loo door, only to catch a brief glimpse of someone seated on the “throne.” Uttering apologies l retreat, then begin to entreat the pair of them to come downstairs “for a lovely surprise!”

The MIL comes halfway down the stairs, only to halt and start talking about something irrelevant to my wife, who is still upstairs and out of sight. By this time l’m tearing my ****ing hair out, as l can see the celeb guests making preparations to leave, but l can’t speed the bloody women up…

Eventually the girls are persuaded to come down, by which time the blokes have left. l manage to convince the girls that it really happened, and drag them across to the flat block in hopes of them at least getting a look at the musicians, only to see a limo driving off, and a crowd of people dispersing while talking about having met the Kinks…

maximus otter
 
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I'd gone to a village that's about four or so miles away. One of my daughters was with me and we were looking at the village noticeboard (which was oddly placed right at the entrance to the village) and saying wasn't it a shame that it didn't give more information about the village itself. But there was a sign, to ring a bell and a lady from the cottage would come and tell you about the place. We rang the bell by accident, but there was a man there too, shaven-head and not local, who asked the lady for information instead. She asked him where he was from and he gave his full address, which was very like mine, only a different location (the Midlands, I think). We started chatting and he asked where I was from, I just said 'next village over' (which it isn't)...

There was a dog running around too, a black labrador. I had a dog lead/collar in my hand and was trying to work out whether it was a lead or a very big collar. The dog was running right up to people's houses and up and down drives and I was trying to catch it, and I said to the man 'I wouldn't mind, but it's not even my dog!' - which it wasn't.

The village was nice though. Lots of flowers out and lovely buildings - very much like the place is in real life, but slightly different.
 
catseye said:
I'd gone to a village that's about four or so miles away. One of my daughters was with me and we were looking at the village noticeboard (which was oddly placed right at the entrance to the village) and saying wasn't it a shame that it didn't give more information about the village itself. But there was a sign, to ring a bell and a lady from the cottage would come and tell you about the place. We rang the bell by accident, but there was a man there too, shaven-head and not local, who asked the lady for information instead. She asked him where he was from and he gave his full address, which was very like mine, only a different location (the Midlands, I think). We started chatting and he asked where I was from, I just said 'next village over' (which it isn't)...

There was a dog running around too, a black labrador. I had a dog lead/collar in my hand and was trying to work out whether it was a lead or a very big collar. The dog was running right up to people's houses and up and down drives and I was trying to catch it, and I said to the man 'I wouldn't mind, but it's not even my dog!' - which it wasn't.

The village was nice though. Lots of flowers out and lovely buildings - very much like the place is in real life, but slightly different.
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Were you visiting Hyrule's NPCs? I kind of forgot what thread I was reading and envisioned this scenario.
 
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Had a dream of fences that had rotten wood and were blown over by the wind.
Not surprising given that we have been experiencing gusting winds of 40mph+ overnight.
 
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