Thoughts on Dreams
Well, whats coming - I'm not sure how to explain things really just that I try to work out what dream mean and how do they relate to real life... or is this the dream and there is the real world... any how its in progres
Dreamland – Fun yet dangerous with the occasional kickback (pt1/2)
It was a class reunion of sorts. We had gone back to school times but were aware that we were out of the normal view of time. We we are from now but for a temporary area of time we were in our young bodies from school times and sitting in a class room.
The class was geography although we were not actually doing any work, we were on the first floor, in a class room at the end of a corridoor. There was about 20 of us in there, and it was a monday.
We had all changed in some form although those that used to cause trouble still did. and tried to torment people including myself. I was aware that I could do something about it now and just not really rise to the temptation and just move on. It wasn’t easy but it also didn’t seem to bother me so much.
I had a friend that I’ve lost contact with over time. Her and I used to be good friends through infant school, juniors but split to different schools for secondary to start with but in the end she came to the same as mine but we lost contact and fell apart. She was one of the “popular” group and I never was that.
I saw her in the room and just went over to her to start talking to her, for her to remember me. Both aware that this was like a waiting room – a place to stop and connect with people from the past but with the knowledge that we were coming back to now. People to start with kept coming over and trying to take her away from me speaking, but I told them to leave and they did.
We talked for a while, then she said she could remember me and then kissed me. Someone tried to stop that – but it was am unexpected kiss and enjoyed and then exhanged details from the future for when we got back. We lived now very far apart but could meet up in April as I’m in that area. I can’t remember the address now, the only part I recall is part of the post code starting with “BD1 1″ with and “F” somewhere too.
I found it quite surreal as had access to all knowledge of now, but was in the body of me when I was about 15 in school. I always did wonder if I was back then knowing what I do now if I would have the confidence to talk to people I dared not to then. In my dream it seemed I did so seems my mind and attitudes have changed somewhat since then which is comforting.
Can you imagine it to have been real though and if the connections were valid. If I could have remembered the address and had organised a meetup time. Would be nice to see where we are now compared to then and not have just been talk.
School with todays knowledge
While laid at home, knowing I’ve been working for the past several years I get the feeling that I am missing some classes. I don’t know what classes, just that I should be somewhere. An image of stairs keep appearing – sets of stairs with black rubber banisters with lots of people going up and down to multiple floors. I should be somewhere that isn’t here, but where and what am I studing and then start to remember…
Several years ago, I attended university and didn’t get through my final year and so didn’t complete the degree. I’ve a HNC which covered the years upto and including some of my final years points. I’ve always wanted to return to complete the degree just to say its done rather than for the qualification itself. I’ve not known what I wanted to complete it in, I’ve looked into IT (Which I did the rest in), but also in psycology, environment, law, business, aswell as many health based sciences. Its never felt finished and thats what I think is bothering me.
I decide I am going to go and learn and put my name down for a general course, pack up what I think I’ll need and head to the house I was told to go to. The journey seemed almost instant, the thought to where to go after leaving my current home and then I was there at the new place.
The House
Walking into this house with a selection of bags not knowing who I will be living with for the next few years. I was one of the first to enter, and just sat on the couch talking with the first few that came in. Someone brought a couch with them, it was dark green and looked a little comfey but they seemed to just drag it behind them as they walked on their own. It ended up in the lounge and we started to explore.
I went into a bedroom and just stayed there without really looking any further. It was up some stairs, the staircase was curved like in mansions with enough room for 5 or 6 people to walk up side by side. It was about half way up, a door on the right side leading into a room with a double bed at the end. The room was quite big but looked quite long, their was a small onsuite bathroom near the end and no-one else seemed to have access to it. It was quiet and peaceful and a few windows to see out into the gardens. I just stayed there for a while, and dropped all my stuff off realising I’d not brought any bedding sheets just lots of clothes.
I started to explore, and continued up the stairs and found a landing area which was quite large and could be used for an extra lounge if wanted. Along the side there was more rooms, there was some girls taking stuff into rooms and I said “Hi” and introduced myself. Their room was a double room, two friends had organised to stay together and were unpacking. They had a smaller room than mine however did have a extra rooms attached within aswell as an en-suite.
Over the other side of the landing area there was some doors I could see people moving around, and headed over to discover that there was more than one level and it went up more stairs to more rooms – in total there was at least 10 more bedrooms, some with one person others with two people and the house was quickly filling up but there always seemed more to explore.
I met people I’ve not seen for years, knowing them but not really knowing them. I’d worked with them on teams on projects around the country and we were together in the same place. Some saying “I can’t believe you decided to come”, others “congratulations – its going to be amazing”. I made a lot of new friends and met with lots of new ones.
On the landing there was a set of doors at the top of around 4 long steps that were locked. These then opened from the otherside and it looked like we were directly connected to a place like a students union but that was the only connection. The rest of the place was ours, but if need be we could enter and exit the house via there.
There was loads of almost empty rooms, with areas to site, and places to have a TV or other entertainment . There seemed to be a lot of toilet areas, every bedroom seemed to have one aswell as a shower and there was more than one downstairs, aswell as around the place. There was several kitchen areas on each level – it seemed that you could just relax and live in any part of the place.
We all congregated in the enterance lounge where there was a lot of talking, music, and snacks. Introducing one to one another talking of what our plans were when someone came in and asked if we’d been downstairs. We followed to find a relax/workout area with 3 large rooms quite brightly lit. First room was a gym, with a lot of different machines, the second like a studio that you could dance or run events in and a third that I liked the most – a place to swim and relax. A pool about 10m x 5m and just past it 3 rooms; a steam room, a sauna and a third that seemed a mixture of the two. Aswell as a huge bubbly jacoozi bath that would easily fit about 12 people in comfortably.
The thought of “why would we ever leave here?” came to mind, but as it did we were instructed to go to the large hall. The weather was nice outside – not cold but not hot either, it was sunny and pleasent – comfortable to be out in a T-shirt and shorts. We headed out as the house group and met together in the hall.
The Hall
This place was different, it was compulsary for all people to get and be fit – it was part of the life lessons and training of this place.
Stood in a large sports hall we were split into groups, the line I was put in, there was only about 6 of us total and one person was told to start running around – through the front enterance and round the building and other events. We were inside – I got a little lost and then came back to find the other 5 people in a line spread apart about 2 metres between them. I asked what was going on but no one said anything. The guy leading the group came over to me and started to talk, recongnising who I was but then turned away and I no longer heard him. I tried to get his attention but some one else had to get him so I could speak to him. I told him that sometimes I would not hear him if he turned away and I couldn’t see him speak. He seemed confused then told me it was my turn to start running.
Running – we had to go outside and run around the area – it was around about 1500 meters in total. Sent out one at a time to run and avoid the other activities. There were several groups of people playing football, and other ball related sports and I came close to bumping into people and the ball itself allowing it to miss me, and keep going. We were told it was the first step to working up to the daily 15 mile run that we would be doing. For some reason, the thought excieted me – I’ve always wanted to get fitter and this seemed an opertunity to do it.
While running, I caught up with someone else from my group that had started before – she was not finding it as easy as I was and we started to talk – not the best move while running. It all became a lot harder then – at least for me. I slowed, she speeded up and vanished ahead of me. Another guy, that knew me came up and ran with me, encouraging me to keep going as i had planned too and slowly I got through it. There was lots of random obsticals like poles, and traffic cones and random building matterials scattered in the running path aswell as fencing the you needed to turn quickly while moving to get through the gaps or jump over.
While outside on this relativly short run I started to jump and realised I was jumping larger than I should be and recalled its like a dream this, and I wonder if I can fly – I tried as have done in previous dreams but didn’t have the control to do so and came to the conclusion I was running faster than normal and jumping larger distances because I was going fast rather than dreaming.
I got back to the hall again to find people looking towards me, I don’t know why but at that point their was a flash and then I awoke from the dream world. I didn’t want to forget this place, and hopefully I will return so I write it down and share it now.
Until it continues, here I am.
Did I, am I missing classes or something…?
I went home as usual after a normal day to get home to feel that something was not quite right – it was home but it wasn’t at the same time. I put my key in the door and turned knowing something was not right. The air felt cleaner, fresher and happier than normal. I opened the door and saw the people that used to live where I do now – it felt strange for a minute then OK.
People were just sitting in chairs talking, no TV, No radiators, just a window and some seats with some people in them. As I opened I realised I was home but not in my time – I knew for some reason that it was the past and I was walking in it. I said “hello” as did they and they offered me a drink and I sat with them. They asked how I had a key, and I said I buy this house in 2005 and have the key from there. They tell me its only 1975 so that was not possible. I talked to them knowing their names and that also confused them.
They also ask what I was wearing as it was something they’d never seen before. I was wearing a black hoodie – it was a cold day. After talking for a while I went outside. There was no fenses everywhere – just backs of houses and mini gardens. Around the front there was drive ways apart from my road where there was train tracks (now a cycle path). I didn’t see any trains but when asking the others they said they’d never had any either.
I was talking with the people in the area, I felt drawn to certain houses and went and talked… I noticed people staring towards me and instead of ignoring them – I went and talked with them. One person indroduced themselves after I had, and I asked what was wrong – they told me their mother in law had just died and was not happy, I offered to listen even not ever meeting the person before – it felt right too but they declined but thanked me and went inside.
People, kids and adults were playing in the street – games with balls and just having fun. Skipping, and a happy feeling was all around.
Not sure what is going to happen next, but looking forward to returning to the dream world and seeing what happens…
Back in time for Home…
Its been bondfire night but still its on my mind. I’ve always enjoyed sparklers and using them with friends.
On a misty night a few of us went out and wandered – we had heard that there was a possible secret passage through the park to an awesome display. The queues to get to it normally were so packed that it was impossible to really get anywhere and even though fireworks are in the air, we couldn’t see well. People were taller than us and had umbrellas that they tipped so they could see and blocked us from seeing anything so we went to investigate.
We wandered to the park and found some trees that looked like someone had scratched something into – it was a strange symbol or shape or something had been stamped into it. It was round with a triangle inside it. There was two trees with the shape on it slightly apart – enough for us to push through and we went for it. Really glad I had boots on – it was really muddy and I’d have probably lost my normal shoes.
We seemed to be moving through bushes for ages and then one person slipped, and went down a gap – when we tried to help and put our hand out we pulled oneanother down the gap into a very dark and muddy place. The slide was fun, reminded me of being really young and playing out and wondered what adventure we were going on.
We were in a mud cave, the sides were slimey yet strong, the ground had cobbles – large stones that seemed to be steady enough to walk on. There was some sort of light coming from the sides of the walls, we could see where we were going but no idea how the light was produced.
We wandered for a while and then came to an opening. We could see the fireworks area was so close – the crowds seemed to be behind a barrier that we had gone under. There was a play park with swings – we went over and sat and swang. It was a fun time – we could see the entire display and we got a seat – it was awesome.
The music pounding went with the fireworks, and could really feel the bangs going off. Maybe we were a bit close but still it was awesome. Afterwards we tried to head back but couldn’t see the way we came and headed towards the crowds to be escorted out by security as we were somewhere we were not meant to be. We headed to the car again.
We found the car after the display – it was a small car but enough room to get us all into – althou we were covered in mud. I was glad there was always a few towels and cleaning stuff in the car – it meant the car wasn’t too messed up. We all got in and eventually got out to the road to be stopped – totally blocked getting nowhere.
We saw some cars turning onto the grass and followed them. We turned infront of the stewards (noticed afterwards) and headed over the field. People were in the field letting fireworks off heading for the cars but there was a stream of cars heading across to the alternative road on the other side. We got near and everyone was stopping – never a good thing on wet mud unless you want to sink.
We turned to the side and went around them, and accelerated off the kerb to the road, one friend shouted “Wait!” it was too late. All we heard and felt was a big clunk as the kerb was a lot higher than we thought but due to us going quite quickly we bounced and as the second tyres went down there was no second clunk. We drove fast and got away – Only thinking about what had happened afterwards and what damage could be done to the car.
We headed back and all seemed well, we stopped off to check car and nothing was wrong – it all seemed good, we laughed and headed down the road only to come to a junction with a LOT of traffic coming. We got out just ahead of it all – looking back there were car lights as far as we could see in unison. The turn to get out was close – someone turned right into the road as we turned out – we switched places and it was so close and we shot off.
It was a fun night, althou wondered what would happen next as the whole time had been an adventure. I wondered if we’d find the passage again and what else could be around there. Are there more tunnels just like what we found round there… maybe we will find out some time.
Bondfire Adventure
In the last week, I was out with friends and drank a variety of drinks – it was either malibu or bacardi mixed with pepsi – not as great as coke cola but still worked well. I chose not to mix anything else and was thankful I didn’t.
I am aware of my general limits for drinking between having a good night, and having a good followed by bad night – seems its something else from uni 
I had around 7 drinks with a spirit of some sort, and usually cola with them. I felt tispy is the best word but seemed to stay there for a while – I was really glad I didn’t drink more as had the feeling for around 3 hours after I had stopped.
Anyhow, the dreams…
I slept for around 10 hours and had quite a mixture of dreams – some were like a continuation of the night, mixing dancing and singing of sorts to others of adventure. Knowing while dreaming that I was dreaming but not being able to really make any changes like normal.
Things seems very bright and distict, and normal objects seemed to have great relevance for a little while then fade into the background as thou they were never there. I was running, dodging random objects through streets – that were not streets but more like an open area of land with set dry mud ways all around as passageways or streets depending how you looked at it.
There was houses – but all that was in them was long passage ways and a double bedroom at the end where people rested. No other facilities – as thou it was just a stop over place before moving on – but while withing everything was safe and you couldn’t be hurt there.
At one point there was a small home type place, there was a mixture of old people/patients that had very short term memory – their rooms were tiny – enough for a bed and thats about it. At night the people were sent or taken there and it seemed stored until the next day. The people there didn’t seem bothered – it was as thou they didn’t recall any different or know of anything better. It didn’t seem right, but I had no control on how to make any changes.
Althou I had many dreams – it felt as thou they were all one canvess – and I was travelling through them. I recall seeing them all as seperates and then as part of one another – different parts of the same story. They didn’t seem to fit together in any particular way but I was aware of them as seperate dreams while at the same time being inside a dream I couldn’t control.
Often when I’ve been drinking, I seem to remember more than if sober – I can write it down easier, then file it away but can somehow access the memory much easier. Does my phsycee actually limit what I take in, and the dulling of the senses with alchol actually release some of the locks that allow me to remember more.
Or maybe its just that you make more of an effort to protect oneself while drinking as you know it changes the chemical makeup and in the process remember more, I am not sure but could be interesting to find out… but were all different so what works for one may not for another.
I know there was a lot more, but words doesn’t seem to cover what I was feeling, seeing and doing so until the clarity comes with it all, thats all I can say. I can still see it and feel it, when seeing it again but it doesn’t seem to help with the words.
Dreams – After alchol can be even Weirder
I dont know anyone but I feel this is familure – I know I’m meant to be here but not at the same time. I am in a class room, taking a class – its enjoyable but I feel lost. I know I’m meant to be in this one but where am I next. Everyone else seems to know whats going on but I can’t find my schedule.
Class is enjoyable – The teacher was friendly and encouraging at the same time teaching in a way that was informative but more like a chat that a lecture. The class had over ran, but we didn’t notice – Someone came into the room to tell us and ask why we still where there. It had been going for 80 minutes, when only it was meant to be an hour. It was 9:40 am so we must have started quite early.
We left the class to go elsewhere but I didn’t know where next was to be. I looked all over for my class plan but couldn’t find it – I couldn’t remember what class was or what I was studying but knew I was meant to be there.
I wandered and then remembered the plan was on the shelves where we went in the room. I’d put it down and got ditracted and headed in without it. I went back to the shelving where there was all sorts of items that were mine – I couldn’t seem to fit them all in my bag but found a swipe card, and some leaflets that apparently told me where I was meant to be.
I couldn’t understand it so headed back to the begginning, I walked through coridoors and saw some people I knew. They directed me to somewhere I could leave things, but still I didn’t know where I was meant to be.
All of a sudden, it didn’t matter where I was meant to be – just that I was to have the swipe card, and to meet with everyone else. The swipe card was on a lanyard that went round my neck – everyone had them – it was just what was and was meant to be – no one questioned it – it just was.
We were going out, I was a student and we were going for a students night out – everyone was getting ready – male/female all together – co-ed showers and changing – it felt the norm and we were all getting ready to go out.
I had a massive headache and think I must have blacked out as was morning and I was in bed again. I started tidying the room, and looking for a clock – it was 8:30am – the last I’d seen it was 9:30pm so time was gone.
I started to remember the night before, but not all of it – just in bits. I found a T-shirt I was going to wear out with jeans, when someone spilt something orange on it – I ended up wearing a shirt some one gave me. It had long thin blue strips going down it – it felt good and I was happy.
There was lots of drinks, mixed together and lots of dancing – It was enjoyable but my head was hurting, someone took me back and I’d went to bed. In the morning, while tidying up I realised I was sharing a room with others.
Two friends had hooked up and were in the bed across the room. I hadn’t heard them come in – I must have really been asleep. The guy there was from my past – We’d known each other years, and was sharing a room as it was just easier, and cheaper. The girl i’d not met before.
They got up, as did I after I’d had a glorious hot shower. I recall commenting that I thought it was a good night, but wish i’d been able to stay out longer but was glad my headache was gone today. In my mind, I was regretting coming back as could have also “hooked up” with some one.
The girl commented that she gets migrane/headaches and takes diazepan for it, i said I took amytriptaline. We talked meds for a while, and then headed out. My friend seemed to follow her everywhere – it was quite cute really.
We looked out a window of the large fields with mini bank where people starting to gather for classes I presume, we headed out and then I awoke – Awoke here back in this world.
Confused, but got there somehow
I was back at school, and had friends all around me – There was a new guy and it was home time and we were setting off home. He was looking for a bus while I chose to save money and walk it.
It was bout an hours walk to home but I didn’t have any plans so started to go. I’d never walked this route but went anyway. There was a large building with lots of people in it all fancy dressed – I saw a friend helping out with drinks so headed over and inside.
While inside, I was offered drinks and food. I knew I shouldn’t really be there so didn’t accept the offer. I couldn’t find the one I saw earlier and wandered around and bumped into others that I knew wondering why I was there.
I was saying “Hi” and heading off out. I walked for a while and needed a drink I got a canned lemonade drink for just 13 pence. The areas I walked through didn’t feel safe but I felt ok there at the same time continuing to walk, and occasionally run through.
I went through a tunnel and I was in a large complex of what could be descibed as a lot of water slides interlinked with a mixture of air and water blasting things from one place to another.
There were Balls – large tennis ball sized Ball bearings being blasted around, and depending which route they took seemed to change the world outside. If the were slow, the outside was calm with nice weather but if they rumbled across an area – the outside was rough.
I was told there was no control of what happened, they were just in charge to keep it going and make sure it didn’t stop – otherwise everything else would stop and thats not a good thing.
After a while of watching, I was also on the slides with people – it was the way to get around – The balls would just pass through you and be on their way unless you chose to stop them with certain movements.
We controlled everything, including time – If the system was stopped – time seamed to stop until it was restarted. If certain areas were reversed – time rolled back and could be used again – I stopped and tried to head off.
There was a ledge that went to a pool, some guy was asking for a deposit to go there and took a jacket to help ensure we came back. I didn’t know where the jacket I had came from and gave it and headed out with no intention of reclaiming it. I dived into the pool and then headed out – I was dry before leaving the pool which felt strange and right at the time.
I headed out, I still had over 40 minutes walk back but it was getting dark. I saw people in the large building and headed there. I wandered around and saw family but didn’t go over. I just wandered around.
There was music and dancing going on – a mixture of ballroom, jive + salsa. Many women were getting up, but not so many men. I was asked to dance by a pretty lady – I replied with “I can’t remember how, but i’ll give it a try” – I was lead to start and it came back to me how to dance.
I enjoyed it there for a few hours before heading out at which point I bumped into family who wondered how and why I was there, but took me home.
The night finished, and I woke up back in bed… I tried to write this all down but just as it was about finished I woke up again realising i’d only dreamed writing it. Very annoying but now its done… Hopefully.
Balls – They Control Everything
• View Part 1 of the dream
The street theater – There was circus like acts going on, people up high on wierd bikes or stilts in bright costumes. There was something everywhere most of the time unless you went out into the fields that just seemed to go on forever. You chose the weather by thinking it and it happened – be it Rain, glorious sunshine, or snow.
We went out in the snow and built snow people, it was snow and we just seemed to have the warm clothes to wear, there was clothes racks all over and you just grabbed what you wanted. It wasn’t cold but just right and it was so easy to make things… everything we wanted just seemed to be lying around. There was snow ball fights getting us all drenched and covered and wandered over to a pond that was frozen over – we went ice skating, and chilled out just having fun.
I recall thinking, “is this all a dream?” and tried to float but couldn’t. Usually if I work out its a dream I can float or fly and continue. The rain was lovely at night, such a relaxing sound it bouncing off the glass windows.
There was play parks big enough for adults with huge slides, and swings that you could get really high on – not recommended to jump from althou we did and recall it hurting but just for a couple of seconds before going back and playing some more. There was climbing frames, and a few zip lines over water and this wierd spongy foam that seemed to take quite an impact and not hurt when you hit it.
Food was awesome, there seemed to be a place for everything – I recall a place that served just loads of different crisps and a dance floor for salsa – it was great. You could watch or join in. I could seem to remember all the moves from classes in my real life inside the dream and actually be able to do them and enjoy it. The food was eat as much or little as you want.
There was trampolines about the size of 4 normal club sized ones put together – you could get really high and catapult yourself all over or mix with friends and play amazing games of seat attack catapulting one another into the air.
It didn’t feel like you were in danger unless you went down the bank through the shopping centre, everywhere else seemed safe and the people around us were happy too. Only at one point when we were heading down past the centre did we need to stop the group and re-direct them – they were heading towards the unpleasent place but they couldn’t seem to feel it – a strange sense I seemed to have.
Days seemed to pass into weeks yet I was only asleep a few hours, I awoke feeling refreshed but suprised I was at home. I have no idea how I got there, or how I returned but look forward to going there again like so many of my past dreams – they somehow reconnect and its like a continuation.
Dreamland – Fun yet dangerous with the occasional kickback (pt2/2)
There was what seemed to be a town, like a giant themepark – everywhere there was something to do: be it a show or event somewhere, a ride to go on, a stall to play at or a place to eat at aswell as street theater all around me.
Down one road it felt very dark, it went into a shopping centre with all grey closed shutters and down a hill. At the top of the hill there was an open market stall with veg, and fruit and a girl behind the counter serving and looking oddly towards me when I started to head down the hill. I felt uncomfortable and it was as thou you were diving into an unknown danger – I headed back up and into the central area – the whole atmostphere felt better and happier again.
There was a lot of shows on, for almost anything imagined I recall but don’t remember what they were – just remember that everything seemed covered in some way or uncovered in many ways. You had the choice to be an audience member or actually get up and have a go at anything. It was fun, scary, entertaining and rewarding.
There were loads of people around me, they seemed familure but at the same time unknown to me. I made friends with a few of them and we wandered around the place together.
There was an area to design your own rollercoaster and then ride it with friends, so many high sudden turns that surely were unsafe and unlikely to ever happen in the real world. It was something you designed and said you’d like and then come back and ride – kind of like waiting for a picture to be developed.
Time – it wasn’t just a few hours, it was more like around a few weeks or so had passed with the time there – even recall going to sleep and getting up and right back into the action. We often crashed out in different places after a nights entertainment.
One afternoon there was an attack… some people were running around and we originally thought it was a scene from a theater piece to find out suddenly it wasn’t as the people came towards us. They were covered with blood, cuts all over and dragging others down with them.
We ran but some people came after us with knives and we ran fast and got split up. We went up & down steps, over fences/walls and through a maze of buildings.. we looked back they seemed to be gone we kept on going and returned to the centre again to meet up again.
Continues Tommorrow