What Did You Dream Of Last Night?

Just for the record, IRL my feet and toes are all beautifully perfectly formed. No dodgy nails, no dry skin, no big hairy lumps.
If they were hands you'd probably call them 'pianists hands'.
But they're not hands and I don't know what the equivalent for feet are.
 
Last night I dreamed that I was simultaneously an adult of my age, and yet a teenager living at home with my parents.

A very old friend, whom I haven't seen since my school days was coming on a visit. I had dashed home from a biology practical at school and was busily trying to tidy up and clean the house (scraping some caked on gunk off the bath was a highlight!) and making up beds. I made up two single beds that were in one room for my friend and I to sleep in, but I didn't have time to change the sheets, so I pulled everything up to make the beds 'look' made, and commented to my mother how we had 'so many beds in this house'. Although some of the beds in question seemed to be in the living room.

I kept thinking about this friend, how would I recognise her, not having seen her for more than forty years. I had also lost my phone, so she couldn't call or text me if she got held up, and I was meeting her at around six o clock. I looked at the clock and it said five to six, so I shouted out to my dad, who was going to take me to meet her, 'hurry up, David, we have to go!' (David is the name of my brother...)

I seem to remember meeting my friend and her looking exactly as she had at sixteen...

Whilst within this dream I was thinking about my teeth, and how I should just get them all removed and I would be fine with just my gums...
 
Trevp666 said:
Just for the record, IRL my feet and toes are all beautifully perfectly formed. No dodgy nails, no dry skin, no big hairy lumps.
If they were hands you'd probably call them 'pianists hands'.
But they're not hands and I don't know what the equivalent for feet are.
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Appendages?
 
I had a dream last night that I wish I had written down. It started as some expedition to a remote station in the Arctic Circle, in Alaska I think, which was rather weather-beaten and dilapidated - however, I was excited to be on the expedition; I had companions about whom I now remember nothing. At some point the Arctic camp transformed into a distant space station in solar orbit, still held together by ramshackle repairs and willpower, but I was still excited to be there, although it was exceedingly remote. That's all I remember.
 
I dreamt that a friend of mine was pursuing a relationship with another friends cousin. In the past my friend has a habit of dating co-workers; Something we liked to call "Shitting on your own doorstep", as these relationships were always doomed to failure. In my dream my comment to my friend was "At least you won't be shitting on your own doorstep this time; you'll be shitting on Dave's".
 
I was in a shopping centre with a really nice helpful lady who was helping me buy a present for someone at a party I was to attend.
Then I suddenly realised that it was her birthday as well and I needed to buy a present.
However the only shop that was open was a Reject shop and I didn't think I could buy something suitable.
 
So before going to sleep I was reading an Icelandic crime book (fiction) and getting very irritated with one of the characters.

In my dream I'd just come back from Iceland where the case I was reading about in the book was real and had been all over their media and then I spotted the irritating character. She and her two children were driving around my childhood village selling books* from the back of a white van.

'Oh bloody hell the Icelandic chief of police really really needs to know about this how can I let them know.? It's up to me to save a lot of lives! I really don't want the bother but I'd feel so bad if I don't!'

All that was available to me was an old fashioned coin operated phone box I had limited funds and a helluva job getting the operator to connect me it took ages and when I'd got through to the Icelandic government it took even more time to get through to the person I needed to speak to.

As soon as they came on the phone I remembered it was only a book and was dissembling like mad to make my call look legit and myself not so foolish!

So much simpler just to wake up! Phew the relief!

*The give away I should have realised at this point!
 
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Another uncomfortable dream which was all the fault of someone on here who posted a clip from 'The Young Ones' TV show. (Can't remember who but I think it was @Trevp666 anyway I'm going to blame him, may as well ... he's a comedian he can take it) I didn't have a TV when the programme was current so looked at the clip of one of the characters getting high! Anyway at the same time the programme I'd been watching on my TV (I have one now :) ) finished and Boris Johnson was being discussed. I'm off politics so reached for the remote and got rid of him. Just like that!

So the dream. I'm wandering around Whitehall goverment offices, as you do, and someone who I knew, he was respectable and trustworthy, asked if I was looking for some cannabis. I told him I wasn't and he said it was a pity as he was going to get a supply and it was really good quality. Oh says I then I might be interested as long as it really was good stuff and not like that rubbish that wafts over the park where the youngsters gather. He assured me it was so then I raised the objection that I had no money. (Basically I was trying to turn down his offer without looking ungrateful lol) blokey said he'd give me a very good price and at this point I began to think that maybe it might be a nice idea, why not?, yeah I could be tempted, so agreed.

Off he went and then I looked round the room wondering if he was expecting me to wait or if he knew where I lived and would bring it round. The windows had really deep sills and I noticed that huddled up in the corner of one of them looking even more dishevelled than usual, positively seedy in fact, and trying to read through some important documents which had got all crumpled and dog eared was none other than BJ!

Oh shit! Had he overheared? I doubt he'd care even if he had but even so I darent leave the room until I knew! So I tentively broached it with him and he gave me such a waffly answer I still didn't know where I stood! Eventually he was able to give me to understand that he'd far more pressing concerns and that if I kept my mouth shut about him he'd keep his shut about me.

I was not at all happy about being beholden to BJ and 'sides I didn't know what it was that I wasn't supposed to know about him!!

So I was very pleased to wake up but also if I'm honest a little bit disappointed. A couple of spliffs might just ease the passage into old age lol
 
Sollywos said:
So I tentively broached it with him and he gave me such a waffly answer I still didn't know where I stood!
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Did he throw in a few obscure quotes and talk Latin to bamboozle you?
 
Sollywos said:
someone on here who posted a clip from 'The Young Ones' TV show. (Can't remember who but I think it was @Trevp666 anyway I'm going to blame him, may as well ... he's a comedian he can take it)
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Not guilty m'lud.
Not this time.
But I'll take it for the team.
 
A cousin of mine who lives in Saskatchewan (irl) had come down to visit and I had to work 3-11 (today irl). It was the only time that we would have to visit before she returned home.

I decided to text a coworker to ask her if she'd switch shifts with me. Of course my cellphone wouldn't cooperate. I couldn't find my contact list, the screen showed enlarged pics. If I did find my contacts I couldn't text properly.

As I'm desperately trying to get my coworker time is coming closer to my shift.

At one point my phone spilled out all of these random and randomly sized sheets of paper.:dunno: It's a dream. I tried to go through these bits of paper to find her number. Even photos were on some of the sheets. Most of it seemed to be pieces of newspaper cut up. And I have a new iphone!

I finally gave up in exasperation as I had run out of time and was not able to visit with my cousin.
I was definitely happy to wake.
 
Sollywos said:
So before going to sleep I was reading an Icelandic crime book (fiction) and getting very irritated with one of the characters.

In my dream I'd just come back from Iceland where the case I was reading about in the book was real and had been all over their media and then I spotted the irritating character. She and her two children were driving around my childhood village selling books* from the back of a white van.
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Yrsa Sigurdasdottir's take on "Ace Scandi Detective With A Great Big Character Flaw", of which she provides several? There's Erla, the police chief with no idea how to handle people; there's Freya, the somewhat self-pitying criminal psychologist...
 
You've certainly got the right author @AgProv!! It was her other series, Thora Gudmundsdottir no 2 My Soul to Take. Great creepy start but went rapidly down hill. Was she trying to be amusing? If so it wasn't working!
The Childrens house series isn't as bad although I agree with you re the characters you mentioned and Huldar needs a good talking to as well. The stories around them are ok and as I like 'going to Iceland' and provided I get them on a 99p deal I'm happy to read them. However they'd have to pay me to read another one featuring Thora!
 
I dreamed I was walking with someone who had a big fluffy dog, but it looked rather... odd, as though it had been badly taxidermied. I whistled and my big old dog (who's been gone for several years now) came bounding up and we walked on all together.
 
Dreamed I gave an impromptu public lesson on the geography of the assassination of the late Lord Mountbatten.

I was sitting alone in a pub in my home town, as it was back before a major revamp into a trendy bar. Formica and lino.
(I noticed in the dream that the wood around me was grey, like cheap flat pack furniture.)

Anyway... a TV was showing a piece about the death of the late Lord Mountbatten and others on his boat in 1979.

A male customer nearby began saying loudly that Mountbatten had been foolish to holiday in Northern Ireland during the Troubles. He was endangering his family and taking his boat out in full view was obviously asking for trouble.

I turned to him and started explaining that Mountbatten's holiday home was actually in the Republic of Ireland. Taking a beermat, I drew a square in the top right area and said 'That bit is Northern Ireland. The rest is the Republic.' and marked where on the beermat map the Mountbattens were staying.

He was impressed so I held the beermat against an old advert on the wall that looked like a map of Britain and pointed out how the assassination site fitted into the geography of the British Isles.

Noting the position of places I know well in Wales and about to explain the significance of Holyhead on the isle of Anglesey as the main ferry connection to Dublin, I was interrupted by Techy bringing me coffee.

Dunno what that was about, except that I'm interested in Mountbatten and his questionable influence over our current King as a young man, and the racy private lives of Mountbatten and his wife.

His murder was a massive news story. It's the anniversary of the assassination later this month.
 
Last night I dreamt that I had invented a computer game which was very much like 'battleships', but with the ability to purchase fleets of ships which you then controlled in attacks on fortresses at sea owned by other players.

Not that I've ever come across it but I expect such a game already exists though.
 
Sort of relevant to this thread ...
When I wake up, I struggle to drop off again. In this time, my brain goes into overdrive, with the usual replay of recent events and conversations, worrying about something you can't do immediately, overthinking stuff - the usual insomnia fuel.
Last night, I woke because I'm in a bit of pain and the painkillers had worn off. My mind went into it's usual freewheel and I developed a line of created thought ...
For an hour or two, I constructed part of a fantasy civilisation - very loosely based on Ancient Egypt - just to act as the setting for a series of crime mystery stories, based around a young Prince as the 'sleuth'. Everything was geared around introducing part of its civilisation to the reader as part of the mystery investigation - the first being a murder which leads the investigator to learning about their papermaking industry.
As soon as I woke up, I sketched out an outline and prompt sheet for me to develop. It helps that it wasn't exactly a dream, but a sort of musing while semi-conscious.
 
Stormkhan said:
Sort of relevant to this thread ...
When I wake up, I struggle to drop off again. In this time, my brain goes into overdrive, with the usual replay of recent events and conversations, worrying about something you can't do immediately, overthinking stuff - the usual insomnia fuel.
Last night, I woke because I'm in a bit of pain and the painkillers had worn off. My mind went into it's usual freewheel and I developed a line of created thought ...
For an hour or two, I constructed part of a fantasy civilisation - very loosely based on Ancient Egypt - just to act as the setting for a series of crime mystery stories, based around a young Prince as the 'sleuth'. Everything was geared around introducing part of its civilisation to the reader as part of the mystery investigation - the first being a murder which leads the investigator to learning about their papermaking industry.
As soon as I woke up, I sketched out an outline and prompt sheet for me to develop. It helps that it wasn't exactly a dream, but a sort of musing while semi-conscious.
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I do that as well, sort of hoping that I'll drop off and dream some of the rest of the story but that's never happened! Your idea sounds fascinating.

I've got mid way through three plots.
Three Saxons fleeing post conquest England through a semi fantasy Europe.
A predator of humans evolved from bats (after finding that they were pretty well evolved during the Eocene)
A probe to Europa being warned off by aliens as most life forms in the galaxy are from Europa type worlds and Earth hosts a superbug/virus that would wipe them out - but the suspicion that the message is faked by Earth governments to bring an end to space exploration.

Now, if only my writing skills were better, a publisher would be interested and I could get off my arse and try writing them!

Last night I dreamt that I had to go and meet a Bishop to go over some old documents detailing a UFO encounter in the 1400s. For some reason he wanted to meet at the time and place of the encounter 1 a.m. at the old Bishop's Palace in Otford and when I got to the car it had been vandalised and wouldn't start. :dunno:
 
Tunn11 said:
Now, if only my writing skills were better, a publisher would be interested and I could get off my arse and try writing them!
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Hate to burst your bubble @Tunn11 but the days of publishers purchasing books on spec and a general outline has been and gone. These days you have to write the book first and get the publisher interested once you've written the damn thing!

Last night I dreamed that it was my eldest daughter's birthday tomorrow (which would be today), and I had forgotten to do anything about it, so I was dashing about in a panic trying to buy something for her and arrange to get over to see her.

When I woke up I realised that it's only one month to the day to her birthday, so I ought to sort out something. A well timed dream reminder, if ever there was one!
 
catseye said:
Hate to burst your bubble @Tunn11 but the days of publishers purchasing books on spec and a general outline has been and gone. These days you have to write the book first and get the publisher interested once you've written the damn thing!

Last night I dreamed that it was my eldest daughter's birthday tomorrow (which would be today), and I had forgotten to do anything about it, so I was dashing about in a panic trying to buy something for her and arrange to get over to see her.

When I woke up I realised that it's only one month to the day to her birthday, so I ought to sort out something. A well timed dream reminder, if ever there was one!
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I know, I once tried to interest agents/publishers in some comedy alternative gardening essays I'd written (The history of Victorian snowdrop blanching anyone?) Couldn't even get 'em to look at the damn things so even if they aren't crap there's probably no market. I am therefore somewhat in awe of your record of published books and awards! :bdown:
 
Tunn11 said:
I know, I once tried to interest agents/publishers in some comedy alternative gardening essays I'd written (The history of Victorian snowdrop blanching anyone?) Couldn't even get 'em to look at the damn things so even if they aren't crap there's probably no market. I am therefore somewhat in awe of your record of published books and awards! :bdown:
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Don't be. I just have a good agent...
 
I'm a published author of sorts. I know how hard it is.
I review books (30+ years experience) and know many authors personally, learning off their struggles.
MY problem isn't with trying to earn money from my work; it's overcoming the hard slog filling the gaps of a great idea.
If I complete a book then I look to sell it.
 
In my dream, I was playing guitar, but something felt wrong.
I found it difficult to make the chord shapes or play any solo stuff.
Then I noticed that the first finger of my left hand had been amputated.
The bloody stump was quite striking!
So I had to compensate by using my 2nd, 3rd and little fingers more.
Very weird dream.
 
blessmycottonsocks said:
In my dream, I was playing guitar, but something felt wrong.
I found it difficult to make the chord shapes or play any solo stuff.
Then I noticed that the first finger of my left hand had been amputated.
The bloody stump was quite striking!
So I had to compensate by using my 2nd, 3rd and little fingers more.
Very weird dream.
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As long as it wasn't the middle finger! :D
 
blessmycottonsocks said:
Is that the lady's favourite?
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Well, it does come in useful at times -
This morning I was grocery shopping and came out to the crosswalk in front with my cart, where it is mandatory for traffic to stop. A large SUV came flying through, lucky I was looking out for myself.
I proceeded to give him that finger, and everyone outside was laughing hysterically! :)
 
blessmycottonsocks said:
In my dream, I was playing guitar, but something felt wrong.
I found it difficult to make the chord shapes or play any solo stuff.
Then I noticed that the first finger of my left hand had been amputated.
The bloody stump was quite striking!
So I had to compensate by using my 2nd, 3rd and little fingers more.
Very weird dream.
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Shades of The Banshees of Inisherin.
 
A disturbing dream the other night. The details are a bit sketchy now but I was on the run from nefarious people or gangsters - I think I had inside information somebody wanted or something. I had the feeling they were Russian. I couldn’t go home or stay at friends because people were looking for me so I picked up some supplies & went on the run.

It went on a while but I was eventually caught then threatened by these people in a warehouse. When I didn’t come up with what they wanted a large man came in with a big machete & chopped my right arm off above the elbow while I was pinned to the ground! As you might imagine I was a bit nonplussed but strangely it didn’t produce much blood.

He went away but some time later came back with the machete & told me he was going to chop off my left hand. That’s when I woke up - phew.

I can identify the probable triggers - I’d seen a film recently which starts off with a man getting his hand chopped off by a gangster with a machete in a restaurant, & I’d also watched Russia/Ukraine news.

It was a relief to wake up.
 
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