Dreams.

[Jazz]

I'm starting up my dream diary again as I've been having a lot but haven't recorded them so here goes with latest one from last night......only part remembered but the basics of it here.

In a modern empty "office" type building, in one of the upper floors, quite high. Wandering from room to room with Graham and Tracy, our next door neighbours and Ann1. Looking out of the window I see what looks like a seal in the sea, a short distance away. I shout for the others to see it. The "seal" then turns into a spectacular large whale, leaping out of the water. Then, suddenly it changes somehow to a brontosauras type of creature and is out of the water. Strangely it is multi coloured, not the usual grey/brown that you imagine them to be!
End of dream.

[Banshee]

I keep dreaming about work and its usually stuff that is going wrong. The dreams are quite detailed and I find that I have not done something I was supposed to do resulting in me being to blame when it goes wrong. its easy to see where it comes from as we are all very stressed at work with staff cutbacks and increased workload, but sleep should be my cut off, or my escapism. I should be dreaming about peace & tranquility or Anthony from Chilli peppers picking me out of the crowd and us running away to a deserted island together, instead I am keeping Mr Bansh awake with my tossing & turning, and waking up with neck & back ache. My dreams are s**t right now.

[Jazz]

Aye, sounds like the typical "anxiety" type dreaming, Bansh. My dreams often seem pointless.....fragments from here and there regurgitated in a strange way!
Also I sometimes dream just before getting up and for a short time afterwards a dream that was a bit weird seems quite normal to me........then it evaporates from my mind.....lost forever!

[Jazz]

Another short one that I had just before waking this morning.
A large bare wooden room on a kind of wood structure at the end of a thing like a pier.
Rows of chairs in lines.....not aware of many people there apart from an old frail woman seated in about the third row from front.
Much anxiety about this woman by everybody (but, as I say not aware of the people in room).
She gets up and stumbles causing an elderly man to rush to help her.
I try to help. Next she is paddling in the sea close by and off a beach.

End of dream.

Strange or what!

[Jazz]

Just had another bizarre dream (aren't they all) so here goes with it:- I was in the house I used to live in when a child/youth. In fact, I was in the back garden, on the small lawn that was there. In the garden was a huge sealion and one of those "Emperor" penguins....again of some size. The two creatures were lumbering around chasing each other in a slow motion sort of way.....the penguin being on it's front, not walking upright. The sealion kept attempting to crush the penguin by throwing its giant body onto the penguin. I watched this for some time and was beginning to worry about the plants/flowers adjoining the lawn. They struggled on the soil and suddenly the penguin struck out with its long beak using it like a dagger to penetrate the sealion's chest. Blood was everywhere but my main thought was how was I going to remove and dispose of that giant body from the garden!

Too much viewing of "David Attenborough type TV programmes"!

[Jazz]

A dream....usual strange mix of things, some of which can be explained, others not.
In a South American country (again!)......the countries where the women wear trilby type hats and colourful, patterned clothing with shawls, ponchos. I was in a small town which was suffering from some sort of flooding.....a lot of brown water everywhere, from which people were picking out unsavoury pieces of sewage etc. Somehow, I was newly joined in the police force and was wearing a very ill fitting uniform. I felt ill at ease and not very confident but thought I obviously had to get myself involved in the present serious circumstances that prevailed. Two incidents occurred, one old woman complained loudly to me about cockroaches in her house and on pondering on this I thought to myself this wasn't a police matter, so went on my way. The other event was viewed through a shop window and involved much gesticulating and argument and clearly the people involved wanted me to intervene.......which I didn't!
The final part of the dream was the arrival of another set of police....extremely professional looking with efficient vehicles and equipment......everyone was saying it was the German division, squad or whatever.
End of Dream.

I had seen a TV programme which featured a bit about Bolivia the night before and of course, it seems we are forever watching disastrous floods from somewhere in the world......nothing comes to mind about why police were in dream. The ill fitting uniform bit maybe stems from the fact that my one and only belt has snapped.......what problems I have!

[Deleted]

I'm one of those who can't remember what I dream. Sometimes I remember odd things, and I keep thinking I must try to have a pad and pencil by my bed.

Sometimes however I can't recall a dream as soon as a wake, although a know if I've had a good or bad dream.

Anyway sweet dreams to you all.



Brilliant song...although the harmonising is a bit flat in parts.

[Jazz]

Latest dream. I was in the back garden of my parents house. It seemed as though it was having "a makeover" as in Allan Titchmarsh's TV programme. Alex Jones, the female co presenter of the BBC TV "One Show" was there and I was getting on very well with her....chatting away merrily.
A large deep trench was in front of me with large rocks at the bottom. I was standing looking at this when along comes Allan and says "Have you watered these in?". "Of course I have" I replied, feeling indignant. He gave me a knowing look and said "I don't think so", smirking at the nearby Alex Jones and making me feel a fool.

End of dream.

A classic insecurity type of dream I would have thought! Hahahaha!

[Ann1]

Contrary to popular belief, I don't put anything in Jazz's cups of tea!!!

[Banshee]

Maybe you should , Ann. LOL

[Jazz]

A rather nasty "look away now if easily offended/disgusted" type of dream! Be warned!

I had recently moved to London. Found myself in a rather old run down building divided into bedsits etc.
I was in the bathroom/toilet having a "number 2" or excreting (sorry about this).
The door of the toilet was open and my landlady, a horrible slovenly, fat woman with long unkempt died blonde hair was watching me from the other room and laughing insanely.
Obviously I shouted you shouldn't be in here. This was also very awkward as I had to sort of look over my shoulder as I did this.
Somehow the toilet roll became covered with excreta.....what should I do....I flushed the whole toilet roll down the toilet hoping that it would go down OK without some disastrous result...flooding onto floor, etc.

There, thank God, the dream ended!

Again, sorry about the unsavoury contents of the dream......but it was very vivid.

[Ann1]

Waaaaaaaaaaaay too much information there!!!!

[Deleted]

I have great difficulty remembering any dream regardless of how dramatic the content is. Sometimes I suddenly recall them some days later, usually thinking about something unrelated.

[Jazz]

Well, Milky, I find that I usually can remember them if they are just before I wake up, so I try to memorize them by repeating them over and over in my mind.....then write them down on here. The only thing that kind of registers in the above dream is that my son has moved to London fairly recently......the other stuff is bizarre.......straight from the "cess pit" part of my mind.....hahahahah!

[Jazz]

My latest dream.
In a house/flat with floor to ceiling windows looking out on to one of my local roads, a busy road leading from North Shields to Whitley Bay.
However, somehow, this flat was in Australia and it belonged to Sharon (the lady I play online scrabble with whom I've never met).
I was sitting on the floor, back to the wall and there were several men....4 or 5 I would say, all sort of hanging around, not talking. I felt as though I should leave so I said goodbye to Sharon and went outside.
When I was out on the street I turned right walking back to where I thought North Shields/Tynemouth were.
The roadside path had turned into a rocky, steep difficult to negotiate kind of ridge. Stumbling along I came across a strange, tangled, straggly sort of tree which had unusual and big fruit on it (like a cross between a pineapple and a plum sort of thing). Some of the fruit were lying, scattered on the ground.

That's it.