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Post by stantheman on Nov 3, 2014 0:00:31 GMT 1
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Post by Jazz on Nov 11, 2014 0:29:06 GMT 1
have you talked to a doctor about these dreams? A Witch Doctor maybe!? |
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Nov 11, 2014 21:53:58 GMT 1
Post by stantheman on Nov 11, 2014 21:53:58 GMT 1
ha ha jazz.
i often have the dream where the demon is sitting on my chest and i can't get up.
i throw punches at it and all kinds but still can't get up.
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Nov 25, 2014 12:38:33 GMT 1
Post by Jazz on Nov 25, 2014 12:38:33 GMT 1
Latest dream.
I am in what I think is the Lake District. However it doesn't seem like that part of the world. I'm leading, along with others, a group of lads on a visit to the area. We are all in a huge cavern...all around us is this reddish coloured rock and it reminds me of the Grand Canyon in America.
Scrambling up a steep slope I dislodge a huge boulder which careers downwards narrowly missing a group of lads.
At the far end of the cavern.....I would say a mile or more away, a part of the wall crumbles causing that part to fill with rock.
Next I'm aware of cracks in the roof so I hurriedly round up the lads and we run for the entrance to the cave.
The whole structure collapses but luckily we are all out of it.
I'm responsible for a lad of around 10 years old called Jeremy....where the hell that name comes from I don't know!
We are now walking through Tynemouth heading towards the Broadway (road in Tynemouth). Jeremy is lagging behind so I turn and urge him on, turning around we are confronted by two steam locomotives...brightly painted like in the Thomas The Tank books. They are on either side of us and waiting to go through a "car or rather locomotive wash". Jeremy runs through the "wash" seting off the jets of water.
And that's it.....nothing comes to mind of why I should have this dream...strange!
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Nov 25, 2014 13:58:18 GMT 1
Post by stantheman on Nov 25, 2014 13:58:18 GMT 1
er jazz, that herbal tea. what herb is in it exactly?.
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Nov 28, 2014 23:11:06 GMT 1
Post by Jazz on Nov 28, 2014 23:11:06 GMT 1
Plain tea...the best that Ringtons can offer, Stan!
Also, regarding the lads name, Jeremy.....we do watch Jeremy Kyle most mornings......so maybe that's where that name comes from!
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Dec 15, 2014 12:44:44 GMT 1
Post by Jazz on Dec 15, 2014 12:44:44 GMT 1
Another dream:-
Am in the living room/kitchen of Longstone Lighthouse (which I worked in years ago).
Allan Pardew (Newcastle Utd. manager) had brought in a huge pile of seaweed from the rocks outside. Looking underneath and among the seaweed I found three lobsters, one of which had one main claw missing. I was very grateful to Allan and thanked him for bringing the lobsters. Next thing, somehow, I was struggling with a large grey seal and trying to contain it in a big dustbin. This, I thought was unsatisfactory and not fair on the animal...........there the dream ended!
Maybe this is something to do with Allan bringing in new players to the team......an injured player equals the lobster without the claw!
Me trying to put the seal in the bin maybe indicates playing a player out of position!
Ha ha ha ha.......well, you have to put some sort of explanation to it!
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Jun 23, 2015 13:00:14 GMT 1
Post by Jazz on Jun 23, 2015 13:00:14 GMT 1
Thought I'd carry on with my dream diary....missed a few choice ones over the last few months.
Anyway.......a short, fleeting dream....more to it than what I can remember which is often the case with dreams.
On the beach of a typical seaside resort of years ago....50's I would think. Near to the hotch potch of cafes, amusement arcades, ice cream & candy floss stalls.
Lots of people on the sands. A bunch of us were playing "hot rice"....a game which involved throwing a ball at someone who had to ward it off with a bat. If the person was hit, the thrower of the ball was "on"....taking up the bat. My mother was racing around at speed, being the one with the bat.....much fun & laughter. Next, I was walking along a cliff top path abreast of four or five people....the talk turned to my male cousin who had died at a an early age...around mid thirties I think. I looked across to the end of the line of people and their was his father, my Uncle John, looking sad.
End of dream.
I think this was somehow related to Fathers Day, which has just passed.....my daughter, Rosie had mentioned on Facebook about those people whose fathers have died......hence the dream, perhaps.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2015 16:44:55 GMT 1
Whilst on holiday in Egypt there was a suicide bomber in Luxor, (a long way from were we were) and a military helicopter fly over two days in a row. For some reason we were talking about which would be the safest place in the rooms to go in an attack, which was agreed was the bathroom.
That night I had a dream, which green and red fighter plains attacked us all on the beach. No doubt it was 80% vodka induced.
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Apr 24, 2017 23:34:03 GMT 1
Post by Jazz on Apr 24, 2017 23:34:03 GMT 1
Started up my dream thing again.....here goes with latest one:-
At a UK beach resort...probably Whitley Bay in times gone by. Struggling to carry a huge amount of baggage containing toys....this probably has something to do with my daughter, Rosie's forthcoming child, a girl...due mid May. I keep dropping toys onto the sandy promenade. Laura and Tracy, our neighbours are nearby and laughing at me and my predicament.
Next thing I am at Whitley Bay Ice Rink where Whitley Warriors Ice Hockey team are playing Paris! Paris are kitted out in all green strips. I think to myself that Whitley will not win this one and leave the crowd watching. Later, I hear that the Warriors have won 6-1.
That's it.
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Aug 27, 2017 22:42:05 GMT 1
Post by Jazz on Aug 27, 2017 22:42:05 GMT 1
A dream....again....
I'm attending some event which has a meal involved. I'm with Colin, my friend and we are in a typical 1930's type hall. There are several long rectangular tables and Colin rushes round to find which table we are allocated to. I am dressed in my suit (grey) and have a neat little straw hat on. When seated at the table my hat then has changed to my old lighthouse keepers cap....one of the waitresses says in a humorous voice that a naval captain is on our table so I should have something in common. All the other people at the table were very upper class. A posh man leaned across the table and said "Have you used the milk warmer".....but he used a different word...possibly French. "No, I replied I just used the jug." My hands were shaking with nerves as I put sugar into my tea....sugar spilling all over the table. All very embarrassing....especially with me having those hats on!
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Sept 29, 2017 21:36:56 GMT 1
Post by Jazz on Sept 29, 2017 21:36:56 GMT 1
Latest dream:- On a trawler with Ann, being dragged through the streets of a place like Whitby. We are in normal clothes, not in working gear like the "crew" of the trawler are....fishing gear/overalls etc. It is a sunny day and lots of holidaymakers about. I wonder why we are on the boat...what is our purpose? Ann seems to have disappeared and I am left on deck feeling a bit stupid. The crew ignore me and I see two of them asleep under some sort of canopy. Next we are travelling up a very, very steep narrow street with houses on either side and I think that we are going to scrape the house fronts.....no one seems to be bothered and there are crowds on either side of us......and that was it, end of dream.
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May 20, 2020 22:32:35 GMT 1
Post by Jazz on May 20, 2020 22:32:35 GMT 1
Latest dream....Walking up stairs with Ann to a flat which was on Tynemouth seafront. Knocked on door and Les McSalley (an old lighthouse keeper friend) answered the door. It was 7-30pm and Les said he'd better call Paul Brodiak (another lighthouse friend) for his watch. This he did. The flat had a great view and we looked out of the window. There below us was a kind of stage with a band playing. There were two giant guitars which could only be played by someone standing in front of them. Playing one was a police sergeant in full uniform...a constable playing the other. Also there was a small man or child dancing. Looking out to sea were two large mattresses floating on the surface. Behind these was a lifeboat so I thought to myself "That's OK, the lifeboat will pick those up"!
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Post by Jazz on Jun 5, 2020 12:24:50 GMT 1
New dream which I had just before waking this morning. In my sisters (Margaret) cafe which was at the end of a long winding "Cornish Village" type of road...old, quaint houses on either side. I found myself helping with the washing up etc in the kitchen of the cafe. There was a shortage of cutlery and I was desperately trying to clean and dry knives, forks, spoons etc to give to the waiting staff. Then suddenly before me were a pile of cooked bacon rashers which I was attempting to separate and put on individual plates. One rasher fell on the floor...I tried to pick it up but Oliver, my son, stood on it before I could get to it. Next thing I was outside, some way from the cafe carrying a heavy, awkward load of some sort. I was on the village street and all around me were women dressed in traditional costume of some sort. Their faces (or masks) were made of a sort of woolen material and were very life like. I commended them on how good they were. Then, in quick succession I decided to put the heavy load into my car and drive down to the cafe.....next, in cafe which was very busy. My sister then pulled back a thick and heavy curtain in the cafe to reveal their living quarters....a big room with bed, table, bath, shower cooking facilities etc in it. "Very handy, that, being so near to cafe" I said. The cafe was empty now but a couple walked in which my sister wecomed. I then thought where is Oliver but realised he'd left earlier on when I was in the village street.
Then I woke up....feeling confused! My sister in real life had a Tea Room in Tynemouth some years ago and I did, occasionaly help with the washing up
but it wasn't that place in the dream.
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Post by Jazz on Aug 7, 2020 17:23:32 GMT 1
OK, another dream, just before waking this morning. In a big Georgian style house near Tynemouth Metro Station. I had just bought the house and found myself in it with my friend Colin. There were numerous neighbours also in the house, all of them appearing to be "well off" and fashionable people and I felt out of place. They were all laughing and appeared to think Colin had bought the house. There was a bird table outside and on it was an owl and also a squirrel! "Oh, that's quite common here" the neighbours said. What was strange was that the house seemed to not have been touched since Georgian times and the wallpaper was hanging off the walls and everything was covered in dust.....weird! End of dream.
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