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diff --git a/content/dreams/advertising-cops.md b/content/dreams/advertising-cops.md @@ -0,0 +1,23 @@ +--- +title: Advertising cops +dream: dated +date: 2025-08-16 +--- + +I was in Florida with a group of people I didn't really know. We were all students in a kind of college course where the final test of the semester was to come up with an advertising speil. + +I hadn't prepared at all, however all the other students presentations were very dry so I wasn't too concerned. + +When it got to my time, I spent the first minute very shakily reitterating the initial brief while reading through it before flourishing the advert, making wild claims, puns, advances to the teacher and making the other students laugh. + +This went down extremely well and I was finished the students and teacher applauded and wooped. To celebrate we decided to go to the city for a night out. + +As we were driving we came to a T-junction where our entrance was angled and the driver didn't seem very confident and people in the car were offering mixed messages on whether to go or not, and we eventually pulled out in front of a car who honked at us and flashed their lights. + +Due to this we jumped out and saw a queue forming at a house. The queue was long and snaked around the houses veranda being separated by a red velvet rope. We jumped in at the head, sneaking past the bouncer who happened to be Xzibit. + +Xzibit was looking a bit tired and fed up, especially when one of the students asked him if he really was _the_ Xzibit which he confirmed. Xzibit then got on his walkie-talkie and called security as we'd jumped the line. + +An officer came up, asked the group a few questions and described me as being a "white, male, 25" which we all found extremely funny and we replied that she wasn't very good at her job which she wasn't impressed with before leaving. + +Another one of our student friends appeared asking what was going on, so we told her, before she flashed us her badge; revealing she was also a cop and we were going to be booked. +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/dreams/arcade-landlord.md b/content/dreams/arcade-landlord.md @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +--- +title: Arcade landlord +dream: dated +date: 2025-04-26 +--- + +I was in Huddersfield with a few of my friends at a rented house near an arcade that was being let by a bitter old lady who didn't seem to like our group from the moment she saw us. + +She would start arguments and complain about little things like leaving an empty bowl of soup near a couch while still being sat on said couch. To try remedy this I took the empty bowl to an outside tap to rinse it with water but as I crouched down and started filling the bowl I was pushed over by the woman who then started arguing with me resulting in her swinging at me with a gardening tool in her hand as a makeshift knuckle duster. I dodged this and hit her back square in face which she seemed to shrug like it was nothing. + +She then went on to list off unusual statistics on her fingers from the games we'd been playing in the arcade next door such as most time spent as a father figure and most time spent playing on the Game Boy Advance. The results of these were both the same person. <!-- TH --> +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/dreams/barn-conversion.md b/content/dreams/barn-conversion.md @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +--- +title: Barn conversion +dream: dated +date: 2025-07-21 +--- + +I was working on a barn conversion with my old boss, <!-- JS--> we were turning the roof rafter space into a modern office. + +He has grandiose ideas about removing a load of supports that were getting in the way and removing an entire row of stone bricks and having a wraparound window that went around the entire building. There was also a turret section in one corner that would house his desk that needed the floor lowering as well. + +We'd turn up, then he'd claim to have forgotten his tools and that the plans needed amending some more, so wouldn't actually do any physical work and just expect me to do it while looking busy but ultimately not doing anything. + +After removing the supports the floor would rock back and forth when you walked on it which he thought was fine but I told him was a serious problem. +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/dreams/bear-woods.md b/content/dreams/bear-woods.md @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +--- +title: Bear woods +dream: dated +date: 2025-08-05 +--- + +I was at a wooded camp site in Norway where most of the people there had pet bears that acted for the most part like dogs. + +I was there walking along a tree lined path with my girlfriend. There were a large number of (evidently unused) shovels stuck in the ground, as there were also a large number of heaps of bear shit on the path. + +As we looked through the tree line, we saw into various tent and caravan areas where families were happily playing games like fetch and walking their brown and black bears on leads. +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/dreams/bridge-crossing.md b/content/dreams/bridge-crossing.md @@ -0,0 +1,15 @@ +--- +title: Bridge crossing +dream: dated +date: 2024-02-01 +--- + +I was trying to cross a bridge with a friend that only had 2 road traffic lanes and a narrow train track, no footpath in sight. + +There was also a stone wall you could awkwardly climb along however this was dangerous as the caps were concaved. + +In the distance we saw two older women who were trying to cross the bridge however they were trying to enter a tiny hole that was never going to work. + +My friend went over to try and help them and they eventually gave up and crossed the river directly at a shallower section instead of using the bridge. The water came up to their waists but they managed to make it across eventually. + +I ended up crossing the bridge by walking along the stone wall carrying a trowel in one hand and a hammer in the other. One I got to the other side, I tapped out the tune to *where is my mind* on a wooden box of pulleys that the trains would use. +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/dreams/clockwork-boy.md b/content/dreams/clockwork-boy.md @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +--- +title: Clockwork boy +dream: dated +date: 2025-04-29 +--- + +I'd been roped into helping a punk rock gang cover up a double murder in Whitby on the abbey hillside, there was a body in a layby and another on top of the hill in the abbey grounds. + +While all of this was going on I was trying to inform the police while not drawing attention to what I was doing. + +Eventually the police arrived and there was a final showdown in an old fashioned pub down an alleyway in Whitby town that was full of these stereotypical 80's punk rock gang members. + +The leader of the gang had instructed his underlings to stay and fight. While the police were trying to storm the building I was bowling cricket balls through the windows from the street outside with a wide windmilling arm stroke. + +One of the rules of this engagement was that you had to avoid being hit by these cricket balls, as otherwise you were out of the gang. Eventually we were down to the last gang member who I hit with a ball before he yelled out in frustration. + +After he was out, he fell to a couch that happened to be part of the roller coaster track in a house-of-horrors style ride. + +As the ride progressed around the building circular saws, hooks, blades and claws were removing his limbs and skin as he went past them until he reached the end of the ride where he was just a small red kidney bean type shape of a torso still sat on the couch. + +Then a mechanical arm came down from the ceiling and screwed a large metal wind up key into his back while an orchestral /tada/ fanfare played before wind up music box music started playing. +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/dreams/egyptian-keris.md b/content/dreams/egyptian-keris.md @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +--- +title: Egyptian keris +dream: dated +date: 2025-08-15 +--- + +I was in an Egyptian themed bedroom room on a four poster bed with silken drapes adorning the corners. The room was actually pyramid shaped and focused to a point in the ceiling. + +There was a women also dressed in a silken dress who would offer a selection of weapons from a rotating holographic lazy Susan. There were knives that weren't butterfly knives but physically shaped like literal butterflies, sabres and a keris. + +I selected the keris and the woman's mouth turned into an enlarged circle about three times larger than it otherwise could have opened and she coughed and choked up the blade (pointed end first) from her throat onto the bed where it lay covered in saliva. +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/dreams/food-machines.md b/content/dreams/food-machines.md @@ -0,0 +1,9 @@ +--- +title: Food machines +dream: dated +date: 2025-03-24 +--- + +I was in a world where traditional farming and agriculture wasn't sustainable any more, so scientists from the OECD had invented a machine where pretty much anything that contained calories could be fed into a machine then it would extract the raw materials needed, and then produce foodstuffs based on recipes contained in that machine. + +The machines were huge so you'd only get one per town, so you were pretty much forced to either use the machines, struggle to grow your own food or just go without. +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/dreams/geothermal-platform.md b/content/dreams/geothermal-platform.md @@ -0,0 +1,17 @@ +--- +title: Geothermal platform +dream: dated +date: 2025-03-12 +--- + +I was off the coast of Exeter at an abandoned oil platform in the sea. The weather there wasn't bad and you could access the platform quite easily just walking from the coast then jumping over low lying rocks in the sea. + +The easily accessible part was just a flat platform that was now being used as an ice skating rink however there were more floors below that were harder to access. + +The next one required jumping down onto old oil tanks, and was another skating rink that was a metre deep and filled with crystal clear frozen water. + +The weather outside was getting worse however the water inside the platform was being heated by some kind of geothermal activity and hot oil was bubbling through the water and occasionally large bubbles of lava popped and warmed up the cavern. + +As the storm worsened we decided to leave as to not get trapped, part of this involved jumping into a warm water pool. + +A guy I was there with told me a story about a woman who had been killed in a freak storm when her own pram hit her during high winds. +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/dreams/ghost-lineup.md b/content/dreams/ghost-lineup.md @@ -0,0 +1,15 @@ +--- +title: Ghost lineup +dream: dated +date: 2025-07-18 +--- + +I was in an old abandoned house that was also inhabited by a large number of ghosts. They were mostly harmless however if you riled them up for whatever reason there was a possibility that they could attack you. + +The group of people I was with would take it in turns to walk *safe* premade paths through this house, documenting the changes to the ghosts inside with video cameras. + +There was an old couple of ghosts that didn't realize they were dead and just wanted to talk to you, so you had to walk quickly away from them otherwise you'd be trapped in a conversation that would never end. + +There was also a clown who looked a little like Krusty who would grab ahold of you with both arms then collapse to the side pulling you through the floor into a deeper layer of this ghost house realm. + +Finally there was also an old french woman from the 1930s who would recognise and target me as soon as she saw me. The group I was with would inform me via radio that she was hunting me down and I'd need to speed up to avoid interacting with her. +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/dreams/gin-bar.md b/content/dreams/gin-bar.md @@ -0,0 +1,17 @@ +--- +title: Gin bar +dream: dated +date: 2025-02-16 +--- + +I was at an old friends house preparing for a night out, and having a few pre-drinks. + +The was an undercurrent of young versus old in the group with the younger members having to return home for 4am, whereas the older members were allowed to stay out until 5. This age gap sometimes just came down to a couple of months. + +We arrived in town and entered an extremely fancy gin bar. The younger group rushed in and ended up ordering expensive but ultimately bland bottled beers. + +Surrounding the central bar area were alcoves showing the ornate cut glasswear you'd get, and a chance to smell the ingredients that went into each drink. + +The venue was quite busy so I only sampled two of these alcoves and settled on ordering a white themed *sweet almond versus prior parma violets* drink. + +Just before I was about to order, one of the group who'd only gotten bottled beer intentionally pulled the fire alarm so everybody had to leave. +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/dreams/jamaican-flyover.md b/content/dreams/jamaican-flyover.md @@ -0,0 +1,15 @@ +--- +title: Jamaican flyover +dream: dated +date: 2025-08-20 +--- + +I was waiting for a bus at a roofed bus stop in a city when I heard a fly by of jet aircraft. + +I'd only recently seen the red arrows in real life flying by, so looked upwards gazing around not seeing anything. + +After about ten seconds however a formation of red arrows escorting a large black fighter jet flew by while people around me gasped and pointed. + +I was about to ask my girlfriend to check what the large black aircraft was when a Jamaican guy who was also waiting for the bus exclaimed in admiration "look at that 1820 Raddo-raster" while pointing. + +I then noticed his young son, sat cross legged on the ground playing with models of planes (including the large black one) scattered around the floor before saying with more urgency "look out, don't step on me 1820 Raddo-raster!" to pedestrials milling around the street. +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/dreams/meaty-pallet.md b/content/dreams/meaty-pallet.md @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +--- +title: Meaty pallet +dream: dated +date: 2025-07-22 +--- + +I was collecting some items for work from a large warehouse in Lancashire. When I arrived I was told there was a full pallet to collect and then went off to sort some paperwork that needed signing. + +I tried to explain I only need a few items that should only come to around the size of a medium box but was shown a pallet full of junk items that had been ordered wrong and were just sat there waiting indefinitely. + +One of the items was a about 30 lengths of really chunky trunking that were all cut at 45° angles that were only about 30cm long rendering them useless. + +There was also a frozen joint of meat that I eagerly took away and planned to eat for my tea that night. +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/dreams/polish-skin-cream.md b/content/dreams/polish-skin-cream.md @@ -0,0 +1,19 @@ +--- +title: Polish skin cream +dream: dated +date: 2024-05-14 +--- + +I was on holiday in a European city in a cosy but sparesely decorated room with a double bed, white tiled walls and a patch of black mold on a high ceiling. + +I was with a friend who had brought with them a group of people I didn't know who'd just happened to be there and we were all socialising in English. + +In the middle of the conversation one of the women in the group had mentioned a specific skin cream so her and my friend left the house to get some, leaving me alone with the group of unknown people. + +A tall blonde haired man then started speaking to me, he had a son of about 14 who looked mostly identical to him. His son was explaining that my friend was very pretty while his dad encouraged him to ask her out in a sort of joking manner. + +The father who was in his mid 30's then explained he was Polish, so I tried explaining I knew only one word in Polish, *czkawka* for hiccups but I was pronouncing it wrong. I then tried explaining the *other* word I knew in Polish but he already was well aware of the prevelence of kurwa. + +He then tried explaining to me about 'sniffins' which was a kind of jokey rude word for male toilets, like 'bogs' in English. + +By this time my friend had arrived back with a clear glass vase shaped vessel with a screw lid with a thick creamy liquid inside that was applied with a honey dipper. diff --git a/content/dreams/salon-break-in.md b/content/dreams/salon-break-in.md @@ -0,0 +1,15 @@ +--- +title: Salon break-in +dream: dated +date: 2025-06-15 +--- + +I was working at a hair dressing salon with another engineer that was being renovated shortly before reopening. We were working upstairs, running cables and the bottom floor was ready to go live. + +We were leaving the left the building at the end of the day using the back door and as we walked around to the front of the building a gang of yobs were trying to break in by kicking down a section of wall without much luck. + +We lingered around and they ended up getting into one section of the building by lifting up a child into the building through a broken panel and then he unlocked a door from the inside. + +We went back into the building using the back door and discussed calling the police, but didn't for whatever reason, then started collecting up our tools to make a quick exit. + +The owners sister who was also a hairdresser then appeared wearing hair rollers and made a sarcastic comment about the yobs trying to steal the heart of a beautiful man (referring to the owner) before we made it clear they were in the process of outright robbing the place and this was quite serious. +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/dreams/ship-commands.md b/content/dreams/ship-commands.md @@ -0,0 +1,17 @@ +--- +title: Ship commands +dream: dated +date: 2024-02-16 +--- + +I was a young kid of around 10 years old playing with an older group of kids who I didn't really know that well. The older group would break rules for fun, encouraging me to do the same which I would eventually and hesitantly do. + +We were at a childrens playground with a large metal space ship on it. There was a huge rush to get to this ship and input the flight programme before it took off. + +An old man was sat cross legged using an impact driver to repair a section of fence in another area of the park that had presumably been damaged by children. + +The group I was with vaulted the railings to get to the ship as quickly as possible while the old man shouted at them and I walked around using the gate. + +While everyone else was panicking around the ship I calmly sat in the bottom where the engine nozzles were located. + +Everyone turned to me and asked for the flight programme and I calmly opened my wallet and produced a small scrap of paper which was aparently good enough to do the job. diff --git a/content/dreams/shrinking-wig.md b/content/dreams/shrinking-wig.md @@ -0,0 +1,14 @@ +--- +title: Shrinking wig +dream: dated +date: 2025-04-20 +--- + +I was in a world with about 50 or so people, the world around us was gradually shrinking and had been for a few months. + +There was a family who were there with about 5 kids who were by far the largest single group and were arguing and trying to burn down some of the abandoned buildings. + +Me and an older guy managed to convince them to remain together as an uneasy group. + +An old woman with dark hair was crying in a bar and I comforted her before dancing with her as she cried on my shoulder as it was the last bit of normalcy in this decaying world. +She revealed she was wearing a permed wig as she was bald and a friend of mine <!-- JH --> laughed at me as I showed her pictures of when I was younger with different ridiculous hair cuts, like a blonde perm and a 2000's emo haircut while at a gig. +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/dreams/spider-dog.md b/content/dreams/spider-dog.md @@ -0,0 +1,15 @@ +--- +title: Spider dog +dream: dated +date: 2024-02-17 +--- + +I'd driven to a stone built terrace house to pick up my girlfriend to go out for a meal at Miller and Carter. + +As I waited for her, a black pupil from a nearby school had opened my cars boot and was trying to steal a spare router that I kept in there. + +At the restaurant we were seated in a conservatory with the dogs but there was no table. She mentioned this then wandered off to try and find one we could use. + +As I stroked one of the dogs <!-- Moss --> I noticed there were spiders, webs and flies in her fur that seemed to be getting worse as time went by. + +The insects crawled on my hands, up my arms, biting me and making my arms go numb. I tried getting up to leave the room but nobody else seemed to notice the insects. +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/dreams/strong-wizards.md b/content/dreams/strong-wizards.md @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +--- +title: Strong wizards +dream: dated +date: 2024-04-24 +--- + +I was walking with a group of friends past a rival school. Feeling a little mischievous, we'd agreed to try and mess with then, magically. + +Our first plan was to try and turn something into stone. The spell we used was *illustro* but it didn't seem to work on inanimate objects. + +We then picked out a male student through a window and shot a bolt at him, hitting him in the chest. Seeing us through the window laughing, he stormed out of the classroom and appeared outside holding a shovel. He the proceeded to catapult loose items around him in our direction using the shovel. + +We pick out another student to try and mess with, but the first student rushed towards us, tackling my friend who initially cast the bolt to the ground all while trying to strangle him with handle of the shovel. +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/dreams/torrential-downpour.md b/content/dreams/torrential-downpour.md @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +--- +title: Torrential downpour +dream: dated +date: 2024-02-18 +--- + +I was travelling with my girlfriend in the car through what looked to be a small English village. + +It was raining really heavily and it seemed like pretty much every road we went down was either flooded or blocked with cars stuck in floods waters. + +Sometimes we would be driving down a single track road, come across a passing point but other cars would refuse to use these or would be outright stuck entirely blocking the road. + +Eventually we parked up on a grassy verge near a pub called *The Captains Quarters*, leaving the car and trying to get to the pub but again soon became trapped by flood waters. +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/dreams/up-down-tiles.md b/content/dreams/up-down-tiles.md @@ -0,0 +1,17 @@ +--- +title: Up-down tiles +dream: dated +date: 2023-11-04 +--- + +I was in a sprawling cave system, playing a game with a friend from work <!-- JB --> and some people I knew from highschool. + +On the floor there were colourful tiles scattered around with deformed faces, symbols or shapes on them that you could easily accidentally stand on as it was so dark. + +Some tiles had plus or minus symbols on them and would increase or decrease certain attributes as you stood on them. + +Most of these attributes were aligned correctly, for example a plus would increase your walking speed, however sometimes a plus would increase a negative attribute as well. + +As we were walking through we were nonchalantly chatting about work whereas other people were rushing through the caves, landing on every tile available. + +Once we'd established certain positive tiles that counteracted negative ones, we'd tell other people we met so their afflictions could be cured. +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/dreams/van-de-ice.md b/content/dreams/van-de-ice.md @@ -0,0 +1,9 @@ +--- +title: Van de-ice +dream: dated +date: 2023-11-07 +--- + +I was staying at the first house I ever lived at, <!-- 159 FD --> and driving some kind of car, there was also an old beat-up sprinter van parked up on the driveway. + +There was a big storm, and the car was entirely covered in about 5mm of solid clear ice. My dad said I should take the van instead and handed me a yellow spray bottle full of hot water that melted the entirety of the ice in a couple of sprays; leaving the van ready to drive. +\ No newline at end of file