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Just had a long dream I got sent to Rwanda. The house was nice enough but so much happened. Whenever I tried to use the windows on the bedroom or the bathroom the blinds would go up and down on their own. I tried opening a window and when I shut it the frame and the stone in the wall itself crumbled and the window wouldn't shut. It was raining the whole time. At first I was there with Maw Sanchez but later on I think I had a wife and child. I didn't have a job at first but then I was filling in for one of the Dessner brothers from The National (I told him I couldn't tell them apart). We played for a bit in my Standard Grade English class. I liked playing the riff from The System Only Dreams in Total Darkness. In the class there was a poster on the wall for Pulp and Taylor Swift among others playing Reading in 2025. When finished I was talking to Aaron about replacing him and he said I needed to know all of the parts before I did, I couldn't just go in. I said I really wanted to and I'd try really hard. He had a massive pile of paper he told me was new songs I had to learn

While this was happening I realised there was an Australian woman who'd broken in and been stealing stuff, including one of those portable plug in heaters. This belonged to The National and when I had the woman pinned to the floor I was frantically waving with my left arm motioning they didn't have to buy a new one. I think she tried to steal other stuff including my passport, and it turned out she had a big stash of stuff she'd stolen from other people. She said she was doing it to provide for her daughter. I hadn't actually been outside by this point, I was too afraid of keeping the curtains and blinds shut.

I phoned the police. When I picked up the handset it broke in two so I had to hold it carefully. I got through to a guy who asked me what my officer number was. This was written on some paperwork I had that was difficult to read. When I found it and spoke again on the phone I thought the guy was gone but he came back eventually and put me on hold while listening to the Birdie Song. While on the phone I had to keep closing the blinds and windows.

Meanwhile in the living room, whichever Dessner it was was accompanied by Kelly Jones from the Stereophonics doing a very strained Rod Stewart impression. When I told him how much I hate Rod Stewart. Their music improved as the windows behind them became a video screen, giant pictures of Jim Kerr and Ian Curtis behind the stage at the Barrowlands while the former played Someone Somewhere in Summertime.

While on hold I kept getting my daughter to stop leaving things open and lying around in case we got robbed again. It was late at night and the door went. Loads of Royal Mail workers were outside. It turned out my wife had a job, but we hadn't known. She went out to talk to them while I put our daughter to bed. After my wife was outside loads of Royal Mail workers (in the old navy uniform like Chris from Still Game) were walking towards the crowd outside my door, then pairs of adults and children (oppositely gendered) started walking through my living room to reach them.

Then a bird outside woke me up and I've spent the past 25 minutes typing this. I feel like I'm going to die. At least my wife was hit.

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Dreamt last night that my auntie died and left me a garage. It was delivered to my house and put in my back garden. From the outside it looked like an ordinary garage, but on the inside it was fitted out like a luxury hotel room. 

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32 minutes ago, scottsdad said:

Dreamt last night that my auntie died and left me a garage. It was delivered to my house and put in my back garden. From the outside it looked like an ordinary garage, but on the inside it was fitted out like a luxury hotel room. 

Was your Auntie Captain Tom's daughter? 

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I've been having dreams about toilets lately. Didn't realise it was a recurring thing until last night, then realised I'd had quite a few lavatorially-themed adventures lately..

One was about a knackered old school which has these stupidly huge lavvies with hundreds of cubicles laid out like a maze. They were in a terrible state with smashed cubicle walls everywhere, lakes of piss pooling all over the floor, massive quantities of shite smeared everywhere, and broken seats/porcelain. I was desperate for a shite and spent some time trying to find a cubicle with an intact toilet and walls so I didn't have to crap in front of all the kids milling around. Gave up in the end and just used a clean, intact loo that was completely exposed to the rest of the room.

Last night it was a knackered old Fawlty Towers style hotel which had toilets dotted around the building. I was desperate for a piss, but every toilet I found was either broken, engaged, or just had people hanging around inside having a drink.

No doubt there's some deep metaphorical reason behind why I'm spending so much time hanging around toilets in my sleep, but I'd rather they were as memorable as Miguel's.

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I had a dream last night that Russia invaded Scotland and chose the seaboard villages as their invasion HQ. I was cutting about telling them to go and buy eggs off of my dad (who does actually live close by). When a group of soliders refused I shouted "Free Ukraine" at them. Next thing I knew I had half a dozen kalashnikovs aimed at me and then gave them the "mon then" guesture. I woke up before I was probably turned into Swiss cheese.

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On 16/05/2024 at 01:34, BFTD said:

Last night it was a knackered old Fawlty Towers style hotel which had toilets dotted around the building. I was desperate for a piss, but every toilet I found was either broken, engaged, or just had people hanging around inside having a drink.

 

Those pesky Rangers fans, eh?

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On 12/05/2024 at 06:09, Miguel Sanchez said:

Then a bird outside woke me up and I've spent the past 25 minutes typing this. I feel like I'm going to die. At least my wife was hit.

Surely that's a bad thing.

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2 hours ago, Richey Edwards said:

I dreamt Dion Dublin was kidnapped and beheaded by ISIS.

Hopefully with a snazzy video titled “Dion Under the Axe”, eh?

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Had a couple on Monday night.

In the first one my old man told me and my brothers (after some driving around in some places that don't actually exist) that enough time has passed since my mum died and so he's decided to tell us to all f**k off and that he doesn't like us. Was a pretty shocking heel turn and he was utterly indifferent when questioned on it.

A weird one since he would never do such a thing and since he doesn't feel that way at all in real life (the opposite really).

 

The other one was the return of an old classic. I was failing university, yet again, and was panicking, trying to work out how long I had until exams and desperately thinking of a plan to study and pass, knowing it would be futile. I had major anxiety about what I would do when I inevitably failed, worrying that I'd be homeless due to no income and would have no future. Get this pish dream every so often (and yes, it's based on reality, mostly).

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Not mine but the wife has been having regular nightmares about me.

Me cheating on her, me murdering babies, me up to all kinds of hidden criminality. Think it's because she has been watching Criminal Minds again.

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Odd one the other night.

 

For some reason, was invited onstage with Spandau Ballet to provide guest vocals on the song To Cut A Long Story Short, despite no properly knowing the lyrics.

 

Additional musicians providing orchestral backing for the performance. Was stood behind a cello player looking at their chart to try and see if it had the lyrics on it.

 

Hadley amused by the situation.

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16 hours ago, Derek Patterson said:

Odd one the other night.

 

For some reason, was invited onstage with Spandau Ballet to provide guest vocals on the song To Cut A Long Story Short, despite no properly knowing the lyrics.

 

Additional musicians providing orchestral backing for the performance. Was stood behind a cello player looking at their chart to try and see if it had the lyrics on it.

 

Hadley amused by the situation.

True?

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