The Grax Domain

29 Apr 2008 Three Part Nightmare

The other night I had three dreams. But instead of blogging about them I thought I would try something different and vlog about them instead.

So after making notes, doing some recordings on my crappy digital camera and uploading them onto YouTube, this is the result:

23 Mar 2008 The Wilderness

I had a dream last night. I cannot remember every detail because I fell back to sleep before I had a chance to write down fully what I had dreamt. But these are the things that I do remember.

I remember being in a rocky wilderness somewhere at night time. There were trees scattered all over the place. I think they were pine trees. I remember the area having two main colours; tree green and stone grey. I saw a dark entrance to a cave.

I remember there was a small tribe near me. They were Caucasian and they wore feral clothing with wolf pelts, it looked very tribal. I had a strong feeling of... wolf. It wasn't at anything specific, I just felt it when I was at this cave enterance with this small tribe. I also remember my ex girlfriend, Princess, being in the mix for some reason.

I entered the cave with everyone else. It was dark in there. Very dark, almost pitch black. I found it difficult to see anything in front of me. I started to panic and become fearful, I didn't know what was in the darkness. I felt better after Princess reassured me that everything was OK. She was being a bit patronising about how cute my fear of the dark was, but I didn't mind because it wasn't such a bad comment. Eventually we entered a room in the caves. It was a large and rocky room, but there were scattered wooden planks and wooden support pillars and beams around the place. The room was deserted, but it was clear that there was some human activity in here.

Then some stuff happened that I can't remember. But I remember the next bit.

I remember seeing a large island on a twilight night, the stars were out and it was as clear as day... only at night. There was a large mountain in the middle and the entire island was covered with tall palm tree/bamboo type pillars. It was like an industrial complex, only made out of wood. The entire island was completely wrapped in a elastic rope, like a bungee cord only thicker and miles longer. I tried to draw what I saw in my dream but it's not entirely accurate:


I was at the end of the rope. I tugged on the rope and I was yanked across the island as the rope untangled itself. I was whizzing throughout the island holding on to dear life, zipping through the various gaps that the rope got tangled in. The camera changed its position to being behind me at a certain angle. Every so often the rope would stop unwravelling. So I would pull on the rope as hard as I could and let the rope continue again with me hanging on. It was so much fun. Eventually I reached the end of the rope and it took me into the centre of the island.

After that I can't remember what happened next. I'm guessing it's cos I woke up.

5 Feb 2008 Mother Nature and my childhood bedroom

I had a dream last night. It was an odd dream, but in a good way. Full of emotions. It's a shame that I cannot remember it all, but this what I do remember.

I was at my old house back in my old home town. We have a driveway for the cars and a hedge blocking the view of most pedestrians. There is a large bush in the middle of the drive, taller than myself. I saw a woman at the top of this bush.

The best way to describe her is that she looked like Galadriel from the Lord of the Rings movie, only more playful and cheery. She was very friendly towards me and we had fun together, playing, kissing and so on. No sex mind you. I remember feeling love for her. Not just any old love, but the whole spectrum of love. From the love for a friend, to the love for a sensual lover, to even a love for a child, I felt it all for her. It was a wonderful feeling that pulsed through my very being.

I think she was Mother Nature personified. I don’t fully think that it actually was Mother Nature personified but it’s the closest thing I can describe who she was. Not necessarily by what she looked like, it was… kinda like a feeling I got from her.

After a while she took me somewhere outside my old house. Everything around it had a worn, overgrown feel to it, like no one had maintained it for years. She showed me a small door that lead to a tunnel. You needed to get on your hands and knees to get through. The whole area had a hint of eerie-ness about it (and the thought of the horror movie Ring did come to mind) but she made me feel safe. So we crawled through the tunnel and we entered a room.

I instantly recognised it as being my old bedroom (even though it looked nothing like my old bedroom in my old home town). My eyes lit up and I grew a smile from ear to ear. Memories flooded back to me as a wave of nostalgia washed over me. I was pointing out things with glee; "Aw man I remember this!" and "*gasp* My old comic annuals!" and so on.

The room and all the things inside had the same run-down look but it was my old bedroom untouched. The walls were coloured with two tones; blue and yellow. I'm taking #000066 blue and #FFCC00 yellow (yes I am using HTML hex code to describe colours, look them up on Google).

I think there was a random man in the room with us, about as tall as a child, but I don't think either Mother Nature or I saw this as odd.

I saw my old bed next to a wall. That area of the room did had the same shape as my old real life room, as the ceiling was low and at an angle due to the roof being the typical triangle shape roof. The bed was dusty and had a few dust-covered cobwebs over it. But I didn’t mind, it was my old bed. So I lightly dusted it off and jumped right into bed. Mother Nature smiled playfully and joined me in bed.

I think something else happened after that but then I woke up.

I did try and fall back asleep to pick up the dream where I left off but it didn't work.

16 Dec 2007 Another zombie dream and a dream of a vampire musical moment

I had another bloody dream about zombies again last night.

It was all a pretty similar scenario that I've dreamt about before; the surroundings are all dark a scary, I'm running away from zombies that are trying to get me. It's the modern, fast moving version of zombies (kinda like 28 days later), not the classic, lumbering rot-sacks that we all know and love. There this one moment I specifically remember, though I think I've dreamt something similar before.

I was in a multi-story car park with the remaining surviving humans. We had managed to fend off the zombies and gotten the humans in a safe place. The only way for the zombies to get in was via this 'bottleneck' stairway, which was well protected.

I was outside fending off zombies when I got attacked by this one particular zombie. She was unique because it was the hot secretary at work. She attacked me, but I managed to hold her off. Then I did something rather stupid.

For some reason I grabbed her and started to swing her round and round, like a Olympic throwing hammer. I then threw her into the bottleneck stairway where she was able to eat and infect the remaining humans. I remember hearing one of the humans screaming at me “What have you done?!” I felt awful for what I had done.

Then the dream changed.

I was on a stage, which I think was actually commercial road, Portsmouth. People were raised up on the buildings like platforms. I was acting like an very old man in wheel chair with a friend acting as helper. I don't know what we performing but we performed it anyway.

All of a sudden we were all under attack by something. Then I physicallyturned old! I tried to escape the carnage but I fell out of my chair. I was helpless

Then I was approached by three vampire hot girls. I think these girls I know in Second Life but I can't remember who. They took a liking to me, saying something to each other but I don't remember what. I was terrified of them. They each smiled a sinister smile, then kind of smile that said “We're going to do stuff to you”. Then the three vampire chicks opened mouths and blood poured out of their mouths like flowing water, into my mouth. I was chocking on the blood as I was forced to swallow every last drop of it.

The blood changed me. I became young again. It was me but I felt more attractive, more confident. I became a vampire. And it felt so good.

Then the vampire girls and I decided to sing a song in the style of the movie High School Musical song “Start of Something New”. We completely made up all the words on the spot and, despite me stumbling on a few words, it wasn't half bad. I wish I could remember the words. Anyway the audience loved it and asked for an encore. We declined cos we couldn't remember the words we made up.

I walked off with the vampire hotties in my arms into the horizon, with the sun rising up for a new day. The sun didn't kill us despite being vampire, it felt warm and pleasing on our skin.

Then I woke up.

This is about the sixth time over the past two months that I've dreamt about zombies. I can't stop dreaming about them. What is my self conscious trying to say? WHY DO I KEEP DREAMING ABOUT BLOODY ZOMBIES?!?

10 Oct 2007 Old friends, sailing with the Fantastic Four and a new Ice Age

In this dream I started by visiting my Dad (current cybergoth look) and my brother and generally enjoying ourselves. We went into a shop and I was looking for a particular Marvel graphic novel (I can remember which one, but it actually exist). I didn't find it in the end so I decided to settle on one of the more recent She-Hulk graphic novels. Afterwards we went to the train station for some reason and I bumped into my old friend Harlandos. It was great because we had not seen each other in a while and used the time to do some catching up.

Harlandos revealed to me that he intended to get his girlfriend some driving lessons (I think it was for her birthday or something). However I wanted to borrow his credit card for something and he leant it to me. After a while I wanted to return the card to him but somehow I got really lost.

[missing scene]

I somehow ended up at my old work colleague, Kaz, house (though I don't really know where that is in real life). The time was spent with friendly banter but there was a lot of sexual flirtation between the two of us. But I didn't allow it to go any further because I was afraid my girlfriend would find out and get the wrong idea. Actually a part of me felt that she would find out and I would be in a lot of trouble. Sods law.

[This is where the dream starts to get a little odd]

Then Kaz and I were on a power yacht sailing to the North Pole across the Atlantic Ocean. We were sailing with Reed and Sue Richards, of Fantastic Four fame, plus some other random people. Reed and Sue were heading north to try and stop the evil alien pirates from creating a new Ice Age on the Earth. They were planning to negotiate with them. The yacht capsized a couple of time but was able to correct itself like a kayak. I could feel the waters being very very cold. The weather was becoming colder and more snow was falling.

Soon we checked the map but there was a problem. Whilst sailing up the Atlantic Ocean we had somehow ended up in the wrong direction and were actually heading for the South Pole, not the North Pole. We were starting to panic, time was running out for planet Earth (I think we had about 30 minutes left at that point). What were we going to do??

Luckily we all managed to correct our yacht's path somehow and reached the North Pole in time to reach the evil alien pirates. Now was the time to negotiate.

Then I woke up.

29 Sep 2007 Deadpool and the Evil Gnomes

I had a series of dreams last night (the joys of sleeping in an unfamiliar bed) whilst I was slipping in and out of conciousness. There was one dream that I was fortunate to write down when I awoke. It featured Marvel's well known anti-hero Deadpool.

The first part of the dream I cannot remember but it had something to do with Deadpool being trapped in a castle over a cliff trying to rescue a woman with action and stuff. Or something like that. It was the 'next episode I remember more clearly.

There was this guy that went undercover at the place where Deadpool/Wade Wilson works (Wade was not hideously scarred at like he normally is, but instead looks perfectly normal). When no one was looking the spy drilled a hole into a computer monitor so that he could put a spy camera inside it. For spying you see.

The spy was trying to find out the secret identity of someone (I think it was Deadpool's secret identity he was after) . He was obsessed with this. The spy was going through various incredibly complex mathematical equations and scrambled word. The whole thing was linked to Facebook's Friendship Wheel as week.

The spy spent many hours into the night slaving away in the dark, dingy motel room. Like a madman he worked on the numbers and letters trying to figure out the secret identity. Then within the darkness of the room he heard some scratching and scurrying of something... small... and creepy....

He looked into the darkness with a rising fear in his stomach. He hesitantly grabbed the table lamp and turned it to the darkness. What he saw made his blood freeze with terror.

David the Gnome.

Thousands of David the Gnome.

Crawling up the walls and floor like ants.

And oh they were evil.

They looked to the spy with their evil eyes and grinned through their jolly cheeks. The spy cowered in the corner. Before he could react the gnomes swarmed all over the spy with unholy speed. They were forcing their ways into his mouth, muffling his cries of pain. Before too long the spy was dead.

But the spy got up onto his feet. The spy grinned an evil, sinister grin. The spy was possessed by the David Gnomes.

The next day Deadpool/Wade Wilson came into the room and was talking to this spy, unaware that was in fact a spy (by this point the spy now looked liked a guy I know from real life work. Dreams, go figure). But for some reason Wade was now me, which kinda made him a kinda Wade/Me hybrid.

The possessed spy had planned to do the same nasty possession technique on Wade/Me. He was trying to act all normal waiting for the right time to attack. However Wade/Me knew that the spy was possessed because he can break the forth wall.

The possessed spy asked Wade/Me to sit next to him on the dirty motel bed but Wade/Me nervously yet politely declined and sat on the end of the bed. When he was faced away the possessed spy smiled with the daemonic, gnome grin. Wade/Me makes his excuses and leaves the motel room, leaving the possessed spy alone in the darkness.

Wade/Me finds himself a computer and begins to do some research on Wikipedia. He tries to learn more about the evil David Gnomes, the history of them and how to stop them.

I then woke up to the sounds of the alarm clock in real life.

12 Sep 2007 Zombies.... Oh and a zombie cat too

It was all very.... Resident Evil-ish.

The colours were not dark bluey-black. It was more earthy colours, like brown and green.

I was with a group of people. I can't remember how many there were of us, no more than half a dozen including myself. It mostly consisted of women... actually I don't remember seeing any guys.

We were being hunted and stalked by lumbering zombies. Chased all over the place we were. Always running. I could feel the evil inside them when I looked at them, something that made them more frightening than mere zombies.

...

I remember being in my bedroom at one point in my house (even though it's not my real life house). There was a window that let the murky light shine through. Outside... I don't remember what scenery it was outside. It just felt like a bayou of some sort, willow trees and all. I was alone in the room except for a cat with me and I felt happy. I then saw a brown tabby cat outside the window wanting to be let in. Feeling a sense of "Aw look at the poor widdle kitty" I let the cat in through the window, y'know to save it from the zombies that were obviously heading this way. So I was in my bedroom with two cat, feeling quite content with myself.

Then I heard a meow in the room. A zombie meow...

There was a zombie cat somewhere in the room but I couldn't see where. The room became darker and more frightening. I could feel my heart fill with fear and I crept around the dark room, dreading the thought of being attacked by the zombie cat.

The tension in the room grew thicker and thicker. When would the zombie cat come and get me?

...

I remember being cornered by a group of zombies and one of my group friends was being eaten. One of the zombies was so close to me. I could see every detail, the exposed jaw, the rotting flesh, the evil look on his eyes. The zombie was just about to bite into my neck.

Then I woke up.

I was panting and looked around my room in a half-drowsy, panic gaze to make sure all was how it should be.

15 Aug 2007 Friends in a fast food joint, real life hotwheels and domestic violence

I had this dream a couple weekends ago.

I remember dreaming of a fast food restaurant.

There was a group of friends in this restaurant, three men and one woman all in their 30s or 40s (for the purpose of this story lets call them A, B, C and the woman D). They were all strangely familiar, as if they were TV actors. In fact I think this dream was some sort of TV show or sitcom, only without the canned audience laughter.

Outside the restaurant was a short guy with grey hair and a deep 5 o'clock shadow trying to fix his car in the car park. It was a shiny new blue car that was kitted up to make it look bling; alloy wheels, spoilers, the works. But his car would start up. B (the goofball but friendly type) decided to go out and help this guy out, opening up the bonnet and looking at the engine. The short guy is furious and screams out things including "You can't fix it you idiot! It's not like ordinary cars!". B cheerfully dismissed this claim and lifts up a part of the engine. The car breaks apart and liquid starts bubbling from the engine. By this point the short guy is ready to explode with rage.

Of course B was all apologetic about this and invited the Short Guy to join them eating at the fast food restaurant. The Short Guy accepted with a grumpy huff and he joined the four people at the table. The Short Guy then asked the other three how they ended up knowing the imbecile B. The first guy, A (he was the charismatic 'leader' or the group), smile and made some analogy about friendship and sharing and stuff (I wish I could remember it now. It was a really good one). He then took out a half full bottle of whisky, to which the four friends dipped their fingers into it and mixed it into their milkshakes.

Then my dream changed...

I remember seeing this impossibly huge racetrack. Think along the line of those Hotwheels race tracks crazy loops and all, but think scaled to real life size and stretching for as far as the eye could see. It was dark and cloudy all around. At the start of the track, which was on top of a steep hill, was a caravan, a bus, an ordinary car, and a couple of RC cars. But these were no ordinary RC cars. They were super charged to go as far as a real car, if not faster.

All these different vehicles at the starting line.

The green light flashes and away they go.

The bus, caravan, car and rc cars are speeding across the infinite-spanning track, doing impossible twists, turns, jump, stunts, you name it they were doing it. And the camera was capturing everything. And I heard a director coordinating all the camera shot. I then heard the director tell the cameramen something like "You better not screw up and show them the wrong footage. We'll be in big trouble if you screw up."

Then somebody screwed up.

The camera screen crackled with static and the image changed. When the static cleared I was shown images of some sort of domestic violence in place. I don't remember the exact details, there was a woman with long, curly, dark ginger hair being verbally and physically beaten by a man. I remember the deafening awkward silence as I was watching this scene unfold in front of me. I wasn't suppose to be watching this, I didn't know what to do or say. But still I watched this woman getting shouted at and beaten on the television screen.

I don't remember anything after that. By that point I guess I woke up.

14 Jul 2007 Naked avatar in America and the chocolate dessert fiasco

In my dream I was at work...

Somehow I had found out that my Second Life avatar Grax Bishop was arresting in America for some public nudity offense, or some sort of sexual offense. Grax Bishop, a computer character, being arrested in real life America. Obviously I was annoyed and intrigued.

I tried to find out what was going on by looking it up on a SL forum, this forum in fact. I tried to post an entry on the forum but it was proving to be extremely difficult, with various problems including stupidly slow connections and time-out errors. Also I discovered that this forum had some pornography, something which I'd never seen in the forum before.

Then somehow I ended up at my work cantine. I think something happened in-between but I can't remember what.

So I was at this cantine with two of my work colleagues and we were loading our trays with food. I had myself a plate of spaghetti bolognese and one of my colleges, Sparky, was having a tiny bowl of mousse chocolate pudding, kinda like Angel Delight. I was really annoyed that Sparky got such a tiny portion of dessert. So I rudely grabbed the tub of chocolate pudding and poured a huge dollop onto Sparky's tray. Sparky was laughing he head off whilst trying to tell me to stop. Then I grabbed huge handfuls of cocoa powder and mixed it into my spaghetti bolognese . I'm talking getting my hands really messy.

The cantine lady got really annoyed with me making a huge mess everywhere. However there was this oriental guy, who was the manager of the place, and he laughed at the whole thing. Then he happily got my food replaced.

Then I woke up.

Hmmm... adding cocoa powder to spaghetti bolognese ... I guess there's been crazier ideas.

17 Jan 2007 Kitty go wee-wee

I had a dream last that featured a lot of things happening throughout the nights sleep. The only part that I can distinctly remember is this....

I was back at home in my old home town of Fareham. I had my work colleagues over (which is quite improbable as they all live in Andover/Basingstoke area, a good hours drive away from Fareham) and were all chilling and stuff. I went to my kitchen, which has a glass door that leads to the garden. It was raining outside.

Then I noticed a little black kitten with ginger stripe patches at the door looking wet and miserable. Feel sorry for it and wanting to so it some pet affection I let the kitten in where it shook its fur and cleaned itself up. I layed beside it in a playful manner and stroked it and played with it a bit.

Then the kitten proceeded to lift its hind leg like a dog and pee on me... For about five minutes...

I layed there unable to move whilst I was getting drenched in cat urine. I was saying things like "OK you can stop peeing on me now. Seriously, anytime now!" but furry lump ignored me and carried on with its business.

When it had finished relieving itself on me one of my work colleagues came into the kitchen to see where I went. He saw me on the floor in a fetal position (and now completely naked somehow) drenched in cat pee with the kitten next to me. He put two and two together, found the situation funny and proceeded to tell the other work colleagues what had happened, in which they found it funny too and laughed.

Understandably I felt a wee bit embarrased.

The dream carried on with the same co-worker talking about a cat he once had, my old ginger cat named Mustard (whom I have dreamed about a few times already). I can't remember exactly what he said but it came out something like this:

"So yeah I use to have this cat, it was a lovely ginger cat. Unfortunately it passed away a short while ago. But I figured that it would be most respectable just to leave him alone, just to lie there and bask in the warm sunlight. Y'know all wrapped up in a bin bag and thrown in a dustbin."

After that I woke up.

22 Oct 2006 Girlfriend gone wrong, Simpsons dealing with Apocalypse, and the dog tag that I want

I had another one of those nights where I had multiple dreams in one night.

The first dream...

I was at my salsa dance class as per usual, I was with my girlfriend M, the teacher Antony was teaching and strutting his stuff, everything was as it should be. It was soon the end of the night and we were getting ready to leave. M turned to me and she asked "Do you love me?". I held her face and replied "Of course". Then her face became more distorted and ugly in my hand. My heart began to race with fear. She asked me again if I loved her and I said yes, but with a slight tone of fear in my voice. She grinned at me and it scared the hell out of me.

So much so that it woke me up. After reassuring myself that it was all a dream I slowly drifted back to sleep.

The second dream...

This time it was an episode of the Simpsons (once again not being a funny show) and the whole Simpson family was running away as everyone in the country (which happen to be England at the time) was under some kind of mind control by an evil force, I don't remember who or what. One by once each Simpson member was caught and gave into the evil influence and became one of 'them'. The family reached the Scottish shores and the only family members left were Lisa and Marge, and me (how the hell did I end up in the chase???) They managed to find a boat and rowed out to sea and escaped. The remaining Simpsons managed to make it to Egypt (which so happened to be around the corner) and there lied the Sphinx. The Simpson ladies and I managed to get inside and there we met up with Apocalyse of X-Men fame. He had heard of what was happening to the people of the world and he offered a way to help by making myself one of his Horsemen of the Apocalypse. He was actually a really nice, friendly chap.

But I wasn't the only one who was given the chance to be a horseman. There were six other guys there too; slim, well built, average all round. I was examined by one of Apocalypses minions and they pointed out a whole varieties of flaw with me that meant I couldn't be a horseman including being too fat and having some kind of disease/genetic defect that meant I have sever ingrown fingernails. I then woke up in real life.

(I think one of the reasons I dreamt that dream was because I read X-Men: Blood of Apocalypse the other day. Good read that.)

The third dream...

I was with M once again (she has returned to her normal, beautiful self) and we were at her house. We were preparing for her family gathering (though they weren't her real life family, just some random people). They arrived one by one and I was at the door greeting each of them. I noticed M's glasses on the side and I put them on for a joke. Turns out I really like wearing them so I kept them on. Shortly afterward my old Uni friend Adam turn up out of the blue. I greeted him with smiles and hugs and we started chatting away as if everything was normal.

Then M and I were at a ficticious store in London not unlike Forbidden Planet but with less comics and more collectable-figures-type-stuff. I was looking for a Ork dog tag (from Games-Workshop fame, this is an actual product that exist in real life but is out of product and I have not been able to find one). I looked on all the shelves, I asked the clerks, but no luck.

But the clerks were nice enough to offer to contact if they find the dog tags so I tried to leave them my details. However they thought that my mobile phone number was in fact a Greek telephone number, and yet they ended up writing "05/" as the phone number. Very strange. I tried to tell them my email but it was so complex that I gave up and wrote it down for them. We then left the store.

It had started to rain so M produced an umbrella, I had forgotten mine. I was trailing behind her so I galloped like a cat to catch up with her. Suddenly my umbrella dropped out of her umbrella. I picked it up but it had gotten itself inside out (of whatever the term is). So I held it against the wind so it would sort itself out. However the umbrella was edging towards some electric power grid cables so I quickly let go of it before it touched the cable and gave me an electric shock. I got told off by M for nearly getting electrocuted.

I then woke up in real life.

Bonus dream sequence...

I just remembered another small bit from a seperate dream. I was walking down the street at night time with M and some other friends. I was ahead of them by a fair bit. Suddenly I got caught by a purple thorny vine and it tripped me up. The thorns had really dug themselves in around my ankle. I tried to pull myself free but the more I struggled the deeper the thorns dug themselve into my flesh. I really felt the pain.

23 Sep 2006 Asleep in the sea, a not-so-quick breakfast and a Simpsons episode idea

I went to the beach with a guy I know from work. I think it was Hayling Island beach, except that it was all sand and not the stoney beach that it actually is. It was a hot, sunny Sunday afternoon and everyone was enjoying themselves. I decided to go out for a swim in the sea. It was fun and relaxing. So relaxing in fact I guess I fell asleep.

The next thing I know I awake and I'm floating around face down in the sea. It's nightime, it's quiet and it's pitch black. The water is calm all around me and despite being wet I was not cold. I did not need to breathe. I'm a little anxious because I don't know if I had floated out into the middle of the ocean, I don't know how far I am from the shore, and I had to get home so that I can go to work tomorrow. After all it was Sunday night. So I starts to lightly paddle in a random direction in the attempt to get back inland.

Fortunately it only took a couple of minutes to get back to shore. Turns out I wasn't very far away. By now the moon had come out and the moonlight illuminated everything. The beach was deserted. By now it must be 03:00am or 05:00am, not much time for me to get back home to go to work. So I got to my car, but I forgot my clothes. So I ran back to my spot, picked up my clothes, got back in my car, and then drove off to get home, which in this dream happens to be my old home town of Fareham. It was still around 03:00am or 05:00am

The drive was relatively quick, it only took me 5-10 minutes to drive along some fictitious roads and no motorways (even though in real life the drive would be around 40 minutes, and that's if you take the quick route on the motorway). By the I got home it was about 08:00am and the sun had come up. No matter, I'll just make some quick breakfast and be on my way.

I get into the kitchen (which is the kitchen in my current home now, not my old home town kitchen) and my girlfriend M is sitting at the table. She wondered where I was and I explained to her what had happened at the beach. She scoffed at the idea saying that it was impossible for me to sleep in the sea like that. Regardless I went to grill some burgers instead of eating something healthier because I thought it would be much quick to cook. However this was not the case.

The burgers where taking ages to grill and I started to get annoyed of all the time wasting. The burgers were oozing grease that completely filled the tray and it was start to overflow and run everywhere. Feeling annoyed I decided to forfeit breakfast and tried to run upstairs for a shower. But I just didn't have time. I looked at my watch and time was literally whizzing by.

And that's all I can remember about my dream.

... No wait, there's more.

During the mornings shenanigans there was an episode of the Simpsons and I remember watching. It wasn't really a funny episode (but then again The Simpsons stopped being funny around season 10) but it was an odd episode. It was somewhat surreal and sinister. The basic plot line was that Homer was slowly going insane, scary insane, and the rest of the family were getting worried. It included:

• Homer getting a huge nail gun and stapling chickens to the walls of their house. The chicken blood was running all down the walls and the family was looking concerned.
• Homer admitted that he was going insane and he was scared.
• Marge was talking to a deep-voiced woman on the phone concerning Homer. The woman told Marge to meet up with her on a bus. The woman ended up being a huge baseball with legs and a face.
• Homer confides to David Schwimmer (playing as himself) about his insanity. David comforting him and reassuring him that he is ok.

8 Sep 2006 Close to ceasing to exist

I had a dream last night that left me feeling a little disturbed when I awoke. There was other parts to the dream at the start but I'm only going to focus on the end part of the dream. It's the part I remember the most.

I started off in a small group of people. I think they were people from a fighting computer game because I'm sure one of them looked like Haggar from Final Fight. I was acting out as a roleplay character not unlike a LARP game (Live Action RolePlay) and my character name was Grax (It usually is, in real life whenever I play any new roleplay game I use Grax as a good solid character name). We were search for something and we had to split up. I ended up going to a deserted, worn-down church. It was pretty simple, except there was a rule you had to follow.

The floor throughout the world had a kind of slab/patio/checkered pattern to it and you had to step on each of these section, kind of like in Hopscotch. As you stepped on each section it would glow a faint blue to indicate that it has been used and it cannot be stepped on again. You must not step on that section again or else the consequences would be... I didn't want to think about how bad it would be, so I focused on finding this thing we were looking for, which I don't actually remember what we were looking for.

It was all going smoothly in the ruined church. I didn't find what I was looking for, but I was making sure that I wasn't stepping on any used sections. Then tragedy struck. I lost my footing and ended up stepping on a large pebble I stepped on previously. Such a tiny thing, such a stupid mistake! It changed its glow from faint blue to a blood red. My face turned white in terror, my body had the pain of paralyzing fear surge throughout. I feared for my life as knew what was coming next. Then it all went dark.

I awoke in my bed and at the end of the room I saw a shadowy shape hovering at the end of the room. It was a ghost, a sinister spectre. It had a diamond shape to it, a kind of pointed head with no facial features and it was a deep crimson colour all over. I distinctly remember the colour of the spectre. For some reason the name "Crepé mode" "or "Creché mode" comes to mind when I think of it. I believe that was what it was called, though I don't really know.

The spectre was kinda like The Grim Reaper except that it had one distinct difference. While The Grim Reaper took your soul to the afterlife when you died, the Creché mode's sole purpose was to wipe you out of existence. You didn't die, you no longer existed, you never existed, you never will exist! It was the ultimate end of you.

(I've done an artist impression of what the spectre looked like based on what I can remember. However I could capture the scariness of its appearance. I'm telling you it was a million times scarier in my dreams. So... Imagine it scarier.)



I looked upon it in fear and dispair; my time had come.

It slowly started to float towards me. It reached out its wrinkly old hand at me, its long talons inching towards me. I wanted to run but all I can managed was a wimper as I squirmed about trying to get out of my bed. It was soon on top of me. This was it, the end of me. I closed my eyes so I wouldn't see the end.

Nothing happened.

I then opened my eyes. The spectre was floating away and it had taken off its hood to reveal the head of an elderly woman. Thin, in her 60s, very wrinkly and curvy, wavy, brunette hair. (Here's another artist impression. Not 100% accurate but you get the idea.)



She then began talking to me and explained a few things. Firstly she explain fully who she was, then she said that it was my character that ceased to exist and not me personally. She then went on to explain why humans were no longer able to detect her.

A long time ago all of Mother Earth's creatures could detect Creché mode, even human beings. Then one day a human thought "I don't need this ability anymore, I don't need to see this spectre" and gave up the ability to gain enhanced intelligence or something. This sacrifice somehow passed through the generations until all the whole human race lost this ability to detect Creché mode. However we will see the spectre if we stepped on a section more than once, and thusly it would be the last thing you saw.

With that she left the room through a wall. Before she left she cheerfully gave me a stern warning that she will come for me if I stepped on a section more than once. I gave a nervous smile to her and she left.

Then I heard some kind of comotion outside my room. I opened the door and there was my family members walking through the narrow corridor. There was a party being held in my house for all my family members. I wanted to join them but there was a problem. The floor was covered in the slabs and the corridor was so narrow that it was only able to fit one slab across. If I walked one way I could come back without stepped back on myself. I would be trapped. I started to get stressed and scared, especially after what the spectre just said to me.

The stress of it all made me wake up in real life.

EDIT: I've replaced the sketches I did with proper coloured in versions of the Creché mode.

31 Jul 2006 Recurring dream: Cat

I dreamed a dream last night and it had my cat in it again. My long departed cat Mustard (who was a ginger cat).

There were other elements in my dream as well; I was at home, my dad was there (conservative look dad) and my brother too. Brother was all depressed and he stayed in bed. My dad got in a lift to get to his bedroom, which is odd because my dad is fit and healthy and why would there be a Shopping mall style escalator in my two story suburban house?

But the thing I remember most about the dream was my cat. He was meowing constantly wanting to be fed. This annoying me purely because this was my brother's responsibility. It was his turn to feed him, not mine. So anyway I was wondering around the kitchen looking for stuff to feed the cat with. There was a large plant pot full of dry biscuit cat food but No, Mustard wanted the juicy tinned cat food.

There was some other stuff happening in the dream too.

Then I woke up.

... Maybe it's a sign I should get a kitty or something... *shrug*

24 Jul 2006 Multi-dimensional fun

I had this dream on the 20th June 2006. I made notes on it but it wasn't overly clear at the time and now with it being so long things might not make much sense. But then, when do dreams make sense?

There I was, right, and I had to enter this other dimension to rescue a princess. I don't remember who this princess was, just that she was a princess. I think it was from a computer game of some sort. Anyway I went to this other dimension.

The first time I went to another dimension it was all like Dragonball, with all the fighting, effect and overly-long dialogues face-offs. I remember there being a creature like Marjin Buu (final form I think, or the one before it). It wasn't fully developed, there was cut-scenes of it slowly developing into it's final form.

While that was going on I ended up having sex with the wrong woman, though I don't know who the right woman was. I was caught just after the act by this guy, I think it was someone I knew from work, and he shot me in the head and I died. Only I didn't actually die. I woke up after he was long gone and my head wound healed itself.

The second time I entered another dimension I had to save Tino's Mom (from Weekenders fame) from some slavers. I don't remember much about the slavers, all I know is that they were meanies. So I saved her and we had escaped for the time being. I remember there being someone else with us, though I can't remember who.

So now we had to get back to my dimension. The trouble was this would prove to be extremely difficult do; simply because we would need a tremendous amount of energy to be able to open a gateway (we worked it out to be the equivalent of a volcano errupting).

Just then there was a Tyrannosaurus rex chasing us! It had full length arms instead of a T-rex's normal tiny arms. And it talked!! Man alive, how were we going to get out of this one? Quite easily actually. The lumbering dinosaur was very easy to dodge and avoid with its slow attacks. We even managed to get a few taunting hits on it, which amused us greatly and pissed off the T-rex immensely.

Then I woke up.

27 Jun 2006 From odd to bad in my bed

I had a dream on the 18th June 2006. I think it was that night anyway. I wrote down what happened in my dream, but they're just notes and I've forgotten a lot of the details by now. But its got more of the details down.

I was in my room in bed. It was all dark as it was night time. I remember my bed feeling fluffy and comfy. Then a cat jumped on my bed. It was all black, except for various white bits. It was very friend towards me,snuggling up to me and stuff. However when it went under the covers it would turn into a human woman. It would leave the covers and turn back into a cat; slip back under the covers, human woman. So I did what any guy would do with a naked woman in their bed I guess. I had sex with it when it was in human form. Then I woke up, it was still night time.

When I woke up I snuggled up with my girlfriend who was sleeping next to me. She woke up and told me that she had a dream. I can't remember exactly what it was but I remember it having something to do with a big fanny (that's vagina for all the yanks out there), her having sex (or being raped I think) and that there were whales inside her (not full sized whales mind you, they were tiny inside her). Then my girlfriend started to whisper in my ear. No... it was more like chanting quietly and sinisterly in my ear. Shed somehow had me pinned down on my bed without holding me down. I couldn't move. I started to get scared, I didn't know what was going on.

I said (in a Monty Pyhton-esque accent) "Right, stop this now. This is getting silly" but still she kept chanting, smiling with an evil smile. There was eerie, sinister background music playing as she slowly slide down to the end of the bed, eyes fixed on me. I helplessly watched her in fear. She slowly stood up at the end of my bed. The music changed to "Kittie - Run like Hell". She grinned at me and bared her vampiric fangs at me. I silently screamed, I knew what was going to happen. Then my girlfriend lunged at me.

I then woke up in real life. It was all a dream; a dream within a dream.

I was slightly startled by what I had dreamed. I woke up girlfriend up with the sound of me scribbling down what I dreamt under the light of my mobile phone. Now this is where it gets embarrasing.

I tells her the dream I just had, the cat, her being impregnanted with whales, and her turning into a vampire and biting me. I then sheepishly asks her "Y-you're not gonna grow fangs... are ya...?" Then she suddenly pounced on me and pretended to bite my neck. I jumped. I knew that my girlfriend was going to do that and yet I still jumped; I was so shaken by my dream.

How embarrasing.

29 May 2006 Frasier, Transformers, and a White Cheetah

I had a dream last Sunday 21st May, but I've been busy to be able to put anything down onto this site. Luckily I managed to write down most of the dream when I woke up, so now I can share what I experienced.

I don't remember the first part of the dream, but I remember how it carried on...

It was an episode of Frasier. He had invited a groups of old boffins (A scientist, especially one engaged in research.), white beards, glasses and all. They were sitting around the table trying to figure out what to put on display at some science show. Frasier and Niles were in the kitchen being worried about how to keep the boffins entertained, as well as making their usual comedic comments (there was no canned laughter from the audience). Then one of the boffins saw an old grandfather clock in the room. Gazing into his reflection he is hit by inspiration. He know what to make on the stand; a clock that is always accurate and never stops. At first the others were confused by this proposal, but they slowly came to realise that this is a fantastic idea! Everybody was happy.

This somehow lead to me working out that there's going to be an alien invasion sometime between the years 2050 and 2555. I told people around me, then jokingly said "Oh that's alright, I'll probably be dead through old age by then."

In the next part of my dream I'm at home with my family (my mum, my brother, and my grandparents) and we're all around a table playing a friendly game of poker. Next thing I knew we're all in this ballroom/nightclub place dancing away. And there were Transformers there, real life full sized Transformers! There was a girl I knew from salsa dance class and I tried to dance with her, but it ended up in disaster as I kept stepping on her feet.

The next morning me and my family discovered that my brother ended up buying a cheetah using a credit card. I think it was when he was drunk, but I'm not too sure. So we went to the zoo where it was being kept and my auntie we on the phone talking to customer service trying to convince them to cancel the cheetah order. I looked at the cheetah my brother bought; it was white with cheetah spots all over. I sat upon the wooden fence and watched it in awe. It then looked at me, jump onto the fence and sat next to me. It was being friendly to me and I scratched behind its ears.

I remember reading a TV guide magazine. I was glancing at the kids channel section and I'm sure I saw The Childrens Channel in the listings. Anyway I distinctly remember one movie that caught my eye; "Mega Man Movie: The End". It was a Mega Man anime movie (y'know, Mega Man from Capcom fame) and he was killed by some Multi-headed Man enemy.

Anyway my auntie had given up with customer service at this point and gave the phone to me to deal with them. There was an Indian woman on the other line. She was trying to convince me to not cancel the order of the cheetah that my brother made, but I was not having any or it. I was getting more and more irritated by this. Then I happen to see my dad who was at the local market. He was wearing his cyber-goth gear on, rather than the conservative look that I normally dream him being in. He smiled at me and waved.

Then I saw in the distance a tiger. It looked like Sher Khan from the Jungle Book. It was evil. You could tell it was evil because he had evil, villain music playing in the background. He said something and then grinned a wicked grin showing off more teeth than it was actually possible to fit in his mouth. I shrugged it off and carried on talking to customer service.

I then woke up in real life. The thing is when I awoke I had my hand by my ear like I was holding a telephone receiver. And I think I was muttering in my sleep too.

15 May 2006 My representation of my father

I had a dream last night. I don't remember any of the details. All I do remember is that it featured a stoney beach on a cloudy day and my family, especially my father. The main reason I remember this is because he looked like how he used to look about ten years ago, when he had a more conservative look about him rather than the cyber-goth look that he has now.

The thing that I've noticed is that whenever I have a dream with my dad in it, he looks like what he did back in my youth rather than what he looks like now. Especially in this dream and this dream. Why do I do this?

21 Apr 2006 Dream-fest

For the past couple of days I've remembered the dreams that I had. The thing is I've only had time to jot them down on a piece of paper before I could write them out here. Now I've actually gotten around to writing them out. I've written out three dreams and they're each quite long to read, so it's best to read them whenever you get a spare moment. I've not gotten around to writing down any analysis for them. Please do leave feedback about any of the dreams; I'd love to know what you think. I've given titles to each of the dreams:

• A typical day at Scrubs
• The consequences of drink-driving
• Casper the killer ghost movie

21 Apr 2006 A typical day at Scrubs

I don't remember all the details of this dream, just the general feel of the dream with the ending. I didn't get to write out all the details until in the afternoon, by that time I'd forgotten most of the details. I had this dream on the 20th April 2006.

The basic setting was the American sitcom TV show Scrubs. It was all set in a different hospital rather than the hospital that it is in, but you still knew it was Scrubs. All the characters were playing out there parts, J.D. was narrating as per usual. I remember it not being funny at all, it wasn't trying to be funny; it was just a usual day. Then everyone's attention was focus on what was happening outside.

It was me fighting another man, to the death. I was a lot more buff than I usually am, the other guy was equally muscular. He was mean looking, butch, long dark hair, typical thug bad-guy look. I felt so much hate and rage for this man. I don't know why I felt like this about him; I just wanted to destroy him and I wasn't holding back. Eventually I got around to ripping his head from his body, holding it up by his shaggy hair. But still the man looked at me and smiled, as if he was winning. He was even taunting me to crush his head. "C'mon, what are you waiting for? Kill me!!" (I drew a picture of what it looked like though my memory is fuzzy and I might have gotten it wrong.)



I wanted to kill him. I wanted to squish his head like a tomato; it even felt ripe in my hands. There was so much anger running through that it hurt. My body was tense with the anticipation of crushing the mocking head. But I wouldn't. I couldn't. I didn't crush his head. I think there was a part of me that wanted me to stop in fear that I would like it too much and I would not stop killing, that I would go on a rampage. I yell at the top of my lungs "I can't do it!" and discarded the head. I was disappointed with myself and felt sad, as if I had failed. I felt the rush and the power of the rage leave me to be replaced with the come-down of weakness and patheticness; like I have felt in real life.

I then woke up in real life.

21 Apr 2006 The consequences of drink-driving

I had this dream on the 19th April 2006. It was the first of two dreams I had that day.

I had just finished my salsa lesson for the night with my (rather attractive) female dance instructor and a female friend. We decided to celebrate by going to the bar and having a few drinks. Now the place I go to learn salsa is a half an hour drive away therefore I wasn't allowed to drink much alcohol. So I only had a shot of whisky and then carried on drinking fruit juice. Unknown to me the instructor and friend had spiked my fruit juice with a single shot of whisky. I didn't taste the whisky in my drink as I down its fruity goodness and I got in my car to drive off that night, feeling more than capable of driving.

As I was driving down the motorway I was feeling more and more tired and drunk. I then realised that my drink was spike and I that I was in fact drunk and over the drink/drive limit. I needed to get home as soon as possible before the police caught me or before somebody gets hurt. I was reaching the end of the motorway, swerving all over the place trying to stay in control when I saw a guy walking across the road. But it was too late when I saw him. I ran into him with my car and he bounced off it like a rag doll before collapsing onto the road, dead. I had killed a man whilst drunk behind the wheel.

That sobered me up and I was struck with grief and guilt. I felt terrible. I didn't know what to do so I drove back home.

There was a party going on at my house. Everyone was having a great time but I was still felt terrible from the guilt of running somebody over, but I didn't tell anyone about it; I kept it all to myself. I sat in a corner alone close to tears. Then a dark haired, attractive woman approached me; she could clearly see there was something troubling me and with a sympathetic ear asked me what was wrong. I refused to tell her what was wrong; I knew that she could not help me. But still she asked, reassuring me that she was there to help. Eventually I caved in and told her everything that had happened that night; the salsa, the spiked drink, the drunk driving, the man I ran over, everything. The woman then said that I was under arrest for the crimes that I had committed. She was a policewoman in disguise and was accompanied by David Jason in his A Touch of Frost character. Suffice to say that I lost my drivers license.

Then things took a turn for the odd. Somehow the Press and the Media had found out about my arrest and decided that it was wrong and unjust; that it was an error on the Justice System's part and there was corruption within the ranks (as they do). It's was everywhere, I was treated like the underdog hero. But all the facts the Media published were not true, I did kill someone whilst drink-driving. Still the general public were worked up into a frenzy, showering me with praises, gifts, riots and all. In the end I had to stop the insanity by grabbing a microphone during an interview/protest and shout "Look you've got it all wrong! I really did do it!" I then told the public everything that had happened, they finally found out the truth.

The general public felt cheated and angry with me. Their 'hero' was nothing but a lie and a murderer. They shunned me, shouted at me, and demanded all their gifts back. Regardless of all this Media nonsense I was still due for a sentence from the Justice System. A couple of days before the sentencing my dad released me from where I was being held. He was in his late thirties in his conservative look, before he moved to London and became a 'cyber goth' type person (that part about him being a cyber is no dream; he really is one in real life).

He lead me through the woods. It was all peaceful, not necessarily an attractive looking woodland area, just average looking. We passed through a stream and I noticed a prehistoric-looking fish that had evolved some forearms and was using them to forage as it swam through the stream. I asked my dad where he was taking me, but I don't think he replied. Shortly afterwards I worked out where my dad was taking me.

My dad was taking me somewhere deep into the forest to kill me. And I felt contempt with this knowledge and I accepted it.

Then I woke up in real life.

21 Apr 2006 Casper the Killer Ghost movie

I had this dream on the 19th April 2006. It was the second of two dreams I had that day.

I dreamt that I was watching a movie. That is to say that the story was being played out like it was in real life (and not me watching a movie on a TV) but I was not there I was merely watching it like a movie. I think that makes sense.... Anyway there was this average family watching the television and one of the characters stood out. He was a boy, the younger of two brothers. He had deep blue eyes and brown, short, shaggy hair. He was the cute, smart, but least liked member of the family, especially from the older brother. Then the TV changed channel on its own in a spooky way and there was Casper the Friendly Ghost on the screen, in an empty box room. He was a 3D CGI ghost; he looked like he was created back in the 90s with the basic primitive shapes and whatnot. He was real and was aware, and he wanted out of the TV.

Casper more or less befriended the young boy, he basically lured the boy with promises of... something... I can't remember what. Casper was able to push the TV screen right up the boy's face but could not break out. Occasionally the image suddenly shifted to Casper being mangled up, like he was in a 3D modelling program with someone messing around with him, and he slowly began to unravel himself. There was something about how he unravelled that was surreal and sinister. The eldest brother taunted the younger one, saying that he was being stupid and told him not to pay attention to the ghost. But still the young boy looked upon the ghost, right up to his face. He felt like Casper understood him; like he was his friend. But in actual fact Casper was evil.

The more that the boy talked to the evil ghost the more solid the ghost became. The ghost was planning to become strong enough to break free from the TV prison, and it was going to kill the family. Eventually Casper the Evil Ghost became free.

Then somehow I was no longer an observer of this horror story; I was in the story. I was in my old house, the first house I lived in and Casper the Evil Ghost was chasing me. I was terrified. I ran into my lounge and hid behind the couch, the ghost inching towards me menacingly. But my dad was sitting on the couch and he was there to save the day. Quickly and calmly he grabbed the TV remote control and turned on the TV. Then a series of surreal images started to flicker on the screen, similar to the way it did in the movie Ring (and yes I did see The Ring on the TV, but The Ring is only on the American remake, so it doesn't count for shit). Casper saw the TV turn on and knew that his time was up. He was being sucked back into the TV set. he struggled to get away but it was hopeless. He got sucked in and that was the end of it.

I then work up in real life.

The odd thing about this dream is that it replayed itself at certain scenes. I also distinctly remember the camera angles in some of the scenes, especially when the young boy was up close face to face with Casper. The camera was so close to their faces.

Shit I've just realised something as I was writing this... I think that boy was me. Or at least representing me... and that the brother was representing MY brother. I think. I don't know.

30 Mar 2006 Tuberculosis - A being of pure evil

I guess you could say that this was more of a nightmare rather than a dream, but I wasn't really that scared in it. Also I'm writing this from the notes I wrote when I woke up, so some of the details might be a little hazy.

In this dream I had there was a lady in it, she was a particularly large lady. She also had Tuberculosis (TB). But in my dream Tuberculosis is not a lung infection; Tuberculosis is this sinister foetus/baby thing that was growing inside of her womb. It was ugly, kinda like that foetus-thing in the movie Total Recall or that baby-thing in one of the Nightmare on Elm Street movies. And it was evil. Not just any old evil.

It was pure evil. It was Evil Incarnate.

I cannot stress that point enough.

Such an evil thing could not be allowed to be born and live so me and a friend (whom I can't remember) knew we had to travel to the one place where the evil baby could be destroyed. So we set off to this place. However we came up against resistance from people, probably people who were under control of the evil TB. In one instance I can remember I was in this large field, there was some sort of festival going on. At this festival there was an attractive woman. This woman and I decided that it would be a good idea and fun if we both did a strip tease in front of everyone, so we did. The attractive woman was getting money and tips, whilst I was getting stoned. The unimpressed ruely mob threw stones at me! The stones being thrown at me grew larger and larger until they were big rocks that I was dodging. I knew that the attractive woman would get hurt by the stoning, so I grabbed her and we made our escape.

At this time a new character made herself known in this little story. She was real thin, dark long hair, glasses; basically she was attractive but geeky looking. She was send by the evil TB to kill the people trying to stop TB from being born, namely me. Her weapon of choice was a bow and arrow that, initially, she fired the arrows back to front (i.e the pointy bit was on the string as she pulled back and fired) then fired normally. It was a bit of a Cat and Mouse game with her chasing after us, but eventually I managed to snap her bow and arrow, and then beat the living crap out of her and defeated her. Myself and my friend then continued on our quest to destroy the Evil TB.

We were about a day away from reaching the only place that could destroy the Evil TB foetus and we camped out for the night. During the night I got into contact with the foetus whilst everyone was sleeping. It taunted me and revealed that in fact it wanted us to reach the destination and it would become more powerful (or something like that). At this point I realised that what we were about to do was the wrong way of destroying the Evil Entity and I had to stop us somehow.

Meanwhile the Evil TB was making plans for its arrival into the world. It has essentially taken over the body functions of the fat woman it was growing in and it also had a male servant with it, much like the nanny/servant in the movie The Omen. It was in a hospital and it was going to be released through a caesarean. None of the doctors or nurses knew the Evil that was growing within the large lady.

In a slight change of scenery I am now at work, in a dimly lit room and a round table in the center of it, littered with posters, brochures and whatnot. All the main departments were around this table, including my department. The focus of the meeting was about this new advertising campaign we're about to launch, which featured a somewhat saucy picture of Louise Griffin from the Family Guy wearing nothing but a kitchen apron. I was strongly arguing that we can possibly launch this campaign because it was what the Evil TB wanted. If it was launched then its evil would spread throughout the land. One of my co-workers agreed with me and backed me up, although I could see an element of doubt in his face. Everyone else was shouting at me saying that it was a stupid claim and the big boss said that the campaign was going to go ahead no matter what.

Then something happen but I can't remember any of the details at this point. Basically we somehow managed to defeat the Evil TB and trapped its essence in a single A5 sheet of paper. It was a brochure for something and it had a blue design to it. I looked at it, then threw it in a recycle bin. But then I realised the mistake I made; the Evil TB would be able to spread if it got recycled. So I had to fish out the A5 paper I threw away.

It was at this point we returned to the fat lady. She has woken up from surgery and a doctor and nurse are surrounding her. "Congratulations" they said, "the delivery was a complete success". The fat lady starts to get a little distressed. "What are you talking about? I don't remember anything for the past week." It was then she realises what's happened. The Evil TB foetus that was growing inside her was now gone and was loose in the world. At this point the fat lady goes ballistic and the doctor and nurse had to restrain her as 'she had gone crazy'.

Yes the Evil TB baby was now born and it was now in a bluer, more powerful form. We had no choice but to hunt it down a kill it. Somehow I had the idea that the baby could be killed by squirting household bleach on it. The really strong kind. So armed with a bottle of bleach me and a few others managed to track the Evil Tb into a dark old house in the basement. It was all dark and dirty, like in Silent Hill. Suddenly my account manager from work barged in with a weapon and attempted to kill us. It was clear that he was under the influence of the Evil TB. In self-defence I squirted him with the bleach and he was blinded. But still he attacked with a raging fury, but missed as he was blinded.

Then I woke up in real life and got ready for work.

I haven't bothered to analyse this dream because I think I can boil it down to stress at work. If you want I can come up with some sort of interpretation of the dream.

16 Feb 2006 "I'm scared. I'm really scared...!"

There was this hospital and in this hospital was this room with a patients bed. In this bed was Hugh Laurie, only he was about 30lbs fatter. He was hooked up to drips and was looking in pretty bad shape. Then it was me in the bed, not Hugh. I remember feeling scared, I never liked hospitals to begin with. I had to escape from the hospital. So I unhooked myself from the drips and tried to walk out the room. But I was feeling weak and unable to move myself with ease. I was struggling to stay upright and dragging my body everywhere. I couldn't find the way out as I wandered though the dark labyrinth that was the hospital. Everything was dark and I think the colours were a dull wash of what they should be. My heart was pounding and my body was slowly being paralysed with fear, I was so scared, I kept whimpering "I'm scared, I'm really scared, I'm really fucking scared".

Then I saw a nurse at the end of a hallway. She was young, slim and petite, with short blonde hair. She stood out of the bleak surrounding as she looked clean. She looked at me emotionless, but she had a calming, reassuring aura about her. As if everything was going to be ok. She came towards me, I was still whimpering like a scared child, but the whimpers got quieter and I calmed down a bit. Without saying a word she guided me back to my bed. I was still babbling about being scared. Without battering an eyelid the nurse tucked me in my bed and I soon returned to slumber.

I then woke up. In the real world I noticed that I had an hour left on my alarm. So I fell back to sleep. And I had another dream...

I was in a factory late in the night. It must have been some sort of nightshift because all the other workers I was working with were going home because their hours were up. The factory was essentially a huge warehouse with some machines, girders, stacked boxes, walkways, that kind of stereotypical setup. As I said it was the nightshift, all the lights were off and there was darkness everywhere, short of some faint moonlight that shone through the window. And I was all alone. Except I wasn't. There was something in the warehouse with me. I don't know what, but I could feel something was there with me, watching me, messing with my head. All through the nightshift I was on edge, trying to find the thing that was watching me.

The hours seemed to take forever. Then in the darkness somebody walked out. It was a woman, in fact a woman that I knew from work [called Miss A for the purpose of this dream]. She greeted me cheerfully, saying that she was on the nightshift too. But it was not her that was hiding in the darkness, I know it wasn't her, I swear. But no matter, our shift was over, it was dawn and we could see the sunrise. Miss A and I cuddled for a bit before we drove off back to her apartment [which bear in mind I have not been to in real life, so I don't know what it looks like]. We got to her house, cuddled some more, kissed for a while, then she broke away and said that we were having guests over to watch some films, and that no one should know what we were doing. Reluctantly I agreed. The guests shortly arrived; it was a guy that I knew from work [called Mr B] and some other guy that I don't remember. Then suddenly we were at a huge videostore looking for DVDs. Now at this point there were some titles that I clearly remember looking at, but I can't remember what they were now. They all fictional, films that don't actually exist. I wish I can remember what they were.

Suddenly, ala dream-scene-transition that we cannot explain, we were back at Miss A's apartment and watching the films. This is where I noticed that Mr B was getting a little too close to Miss A. I started to get jealous. I huddled up to Miss A's feet on the floor to get any scraps of affection but to no avail. Some other stuff happened as well but I can only remember the next bit, which feature my old Senior School and P.E. It was the huge hall, which now could hold hundreds more people than it could actually physically hold. We were all standing in rows and were doing some workout routines, one which required us to may on our bellies. This is were I saw yet another guy I knew from work. And he was really friendly [I mean he's a good guy normally, it's just that because of his work position he can act like a bit of a hard-ass sometimes. It happens]. We got to chatting during the workout. Then he slapped the back of my hand for a bit of fun. So to tell him off I slapped him on his forehead and gave him a warning.

Then I woke up and realised I had to be at work.

...

Analysis time, from Dreammoods.com

Hospital

To see a hospital in your dream, symbolizes your need to heal or improve your physical or mental heath. You need to get back to the flow of everyday life.

Scared

To dream that you are scared, indicates that you are experiencing self-doubt and feelings of incompetence. You may be feeling a lack of control. Anger often masquerades as fear, so also consider issues about which you are angry about in your waking life.

Nurse

To see a nurse in your dream, denotes that you need to be taken care of and a time of healing, either mentally, physically or spiritually.

Factory

To dream that you are at a factory, represents repetitious thinking and old way of doing things. It is symbolic of predictability and unchanging habits.

Warehouse

To see a warehouse in your dream, represents stored energy or hidden resources. They also refer to memories. You may also be putting your ambitions and goals on hold.

Night

To have a dream that takes place at night, represents some major setbacks and obstacles in achieving your goals. There are some issues in your life that you are facing that are not too clear. You should put the issues aside so you can clear your head before coming back to it.

Darkness

To dream that darkness comes upon you, signifies failure in work you may attempt. Darkness is synonymous with the ignorance, unconscious, evil, death, and fear of the unknown. You will overcome your failure if the sun breaks through the darkness. To dream that you cannot find someone in the darkness, signifies that you need to keep your temper in check. You have the tendency to let your emotions get out of control and lose your temper. To dream that you are lost in the darkness, denotes feelings of desperation, depression, or insecurity. To dream that you are groping around in the darkness, symbolizes that you have insufficient information to make a clear decision. Do your research and do not rush into making choices.

Creatures

To see faceless creatures in your dream, indicates a situation you are refusing to see or confront, but are aware of it in some passive way. This dream also suggests that something in your life is bringing up feelings of fear and insecurities.

Woman

To see a woman in your dream, represents nurturance, passivity, caring nature, and love. It refers to your own female aspects or may also represent your mother. Alternatively, it may indicate temptation and guilt. If you know the woman, then it may symbolize the concerns and feelings you have about her.

Jealous

To dream that you are jealous of another person, signifies that such feelings may be carried over from your waking life This dream may reveal you unconscious feelings of jealousy toward that particular person. Alternatively, it represents your vulnerability and your fear of intimacy. You need to work on self-love and acknowledging your self-worth.

I guess that it means that I need to get my head sorted out, that I'm not in a happy place. Rest up, try and straighten myself out and get back on track with life. Which, I guess, makes sense.

12 Dec 2005 The mystery girl

Now I wanted to write some other things, I've got a couple of reviews and a rant to get off my chest. But I had a dream yesterday and I wanted to keep a record of it.

There was a girl.

She was shorter than me and she had dark hair, to about shoulder length, maybe shorter. I don't remember what her face looked like, but I remember her being beautiful. I remember feeling that I knew her already, I think, but I don't remember who. She was really fun to hang around and I felt happy being around her. She was perfect.

We were at some beach/holiday place like Brighton and she had her friend with her, or maybe it was my friend. We were just hanging out, seeing places, and generally having fun. And the perfect girl and I became close. Like a couple. I was so happy being with her. I loved every moment we had. For a time life was good.

Then a week passed.

Out of nowhere a girl from my past came into the scene. Her name is Kelly. She was a girl I knew from secondary school and I use to fancy her (that's "have a crush on her" for all those who are not in the know for british lingo). She is not that pretty looking and she was NOTHING compared to the perfect girl. But I still fancied Kelly. I wanted Kelly, not for the same reasons I wanted Perfect Girl, this was simple lust. I wanted to try and make my secondary school crush become reality. So I left Perfect Girl. Just got up and walk out on her, without even saying goodbye to her.

I pursued Kelly, hanging around her like a stray dog looking for scraps of affection from her. I was obsessed with her. But Kelly did not feel the same way. She lead me on but she was not interested in me. She took me to see her do a rehearsal for a play she was going to perform, but she gave no affection, short of holding my hand for a moment. I felt frustrated and annoyed with myself. I was not getting anything from Kelly, my old crush, and I had thrown away the one thing that made me happy, all for a stupid impulse lust thing.

Then I woke up.

Now normally I would just look the dream up in a dream dictionary and be done with it. But not this time. I think this dream was no simple dream; I think it was a glimpse into what will happen. I saw what will happen to me. I know this sounds crazy and stupid, but I thought about this and I remembered times where I had dreams and they came true in a way.

The first time was when I was staying round a friends house with some friends. I was with a guy friend (whom I'm calling A) and a lady friend (whom I'm calling B). We were all sleeping in B's room after a night of clubbing. I woke up stupid early and fell back to sleep. And I basically dreamt that I woke up in her room like any other day, but something weird happens. Like for example I woke up and went to use her shower, which was in a shed, and the shower was huge, and everyone could see me, and I flooded the shower somehow. The thing is I kept trying to wake myself up but I couldn't. I woke up in a different situation. I couldn't wake up. It was like some sort of Groundhog Day/timeloop thing going on. In one of those moments that I 'awoke' I saw that A and B were together like a couple. In fact they WERE a couple in the dream. And they both said that B just got pregnant, like it was no big deal. When I woke up for real I told them this and they just looked at me funny, as they usually do when I tell them a dream. A month or two later I went to B's house warming party, A was there. And that's when I found out that A and B were actually seeing each other. They were going out with each other. I dreamt it and it happened! Sort of.

Another time, months ago from today, I was at home in bed and I woke up early for some reason even though I didn't need to be, so I feel back asleep. I started to dream. I don't remember all of it, but I remember one scene. I was with a girl and I knew exactly who she was. We were close in my dream. She and I were curled up on a big comfy sofa with a big blanket keep us both snug. We shared kisses and tender moments. I felt really happy. It felt right. I woke up shortly afterwards. A few months later I was with this said-girl on her sofa and we were close and we did kiss and I loved it. In almost the exact same way as my dream.

Now I'm willing to say that those were all coincidences and that this new dream is nothing important. But I don't think they were coincidences. I think that my dreams did come true to a degree. I think this new dream I had is a warning to me no to do something stupid. Or maybe not.

The thing is I'm bothered because I don't know who the perfect girl is. I've tried really hard to remember but I can't. I know who I want it to be, but I can't be sure.

Who was that girl?

25 Jul 2005 A dream about one special stag

I had a dream last night and I'm a little disturbed by it. It completely different to some of the dreams I've had in the past. I figured that I would write this down because it one that I probably shouldn't forget. I've already forgotten a lot of the minor details in the dream, but not the main details...

Well there's this guy in my dream. It's not me... but I think it might be me, I'm not sure. He was in some woodland area with trees surrounding him. Then a stag appears from nowhere standing tall and proud with huge antlers. You could feel the stag's aura of great strength and nobility. I... the guy looks upon it in awe. Then something odd begins to happen to the stag. It shifts into a biped form. It still has its animal head, hooves and fur everywhere, but it's a biped with hands. Then its aura becomes a lot more feminine and sexual but it's still male. It then sees the guy and starts to tempt me towards himself. The guy is disgusted and a little frightened. And yet I.... he moves towards the stag unable to resist. Then the guy and the stag... begin to.... begin to... lets just say there's some furry hentai action going on. Luckily I don't see any details clearly, I am just aware that it is happening. And I am disgusted with myself, and yet it feels... good... right. Baring in mind that it's man on man-beast action and I am both straight and SO not into that bestiality stuff. After the deed I.. the guy had mixed feeling of guilt and a sexual pleasure being fulfilled. Then comes the next part of the dream.

The stag and the guy decide to get married! In the back of the guys mind he is cursing himself in committing such a sin that is gay bestiality. But overall he is ecstatic over the marriage. This is where my memory is fuzzy. What happens next is the Stag and guy get married, everyone they know is there, and then they all decide to play American Football and a football pitch rises from the ground (you know, as you do). The during the game a fat lady walks up to the stag, still into biped form with huge spiky antlers, they both stare at each other with hate, and then the fat lady began to snap off bits of the stag's antlers. Not to completely snap it all off and destroy, but almost to prune it.

And then I wake up.... *shudder*

What say you Dream Moods?

Stag

To see a stag in your dream, represents grace and agility. You will elevate to a position of much status. You will feel spiritually uplifted.

Homosexual

To dream that you are homosexual (but you are not in your waking life), represents a union with aspects of yourself. It is symbolic of self-love, self-acceptance, and compassion. If, in your dream, you are not comfortable with homosexuality, then it suggests some fears/anxieties about your masculinity (if you are male) and femininity (if you are female). You may be experiencing some insecurity in your relations with the opposite sex.

Wedding

To see a wedding in your dream, symbolizes a new beginning or transition in your current life. Dreams involving weddings are generally negative and highlight some anxiety or fear. It often refers to feelings of bitterness, sorrow, or death. Alternatively, wedding dreams reflect your issues about commitment and independence...

...To dream that you are planning your own wedding to someone you never met, is a metaphor symbolizing the union of your masculine and feminine side. It represents a transitional phase where you are seeking some sort of balance between your aggressive side and emotional side.

Football

To dream that you are watching or playing football, signifies that you will have great satisfaction in your work and your goals will be achieved as you progress through your life.

To dream that you are on a football field, represents competition and showing off. There is a lack of cooperation in some area of your life.

Antlers

To see antlers in your dream, is representative of masculine sexuality, male aggression and assertiveness. It may also be symbolic of a trophy.

Woman

To see a woman in your dream, represents nurturance, passivity, caring nature, and love. It refers to your own female aspects or may also represent your mother. Alternatively, it may indicate temptation and guilt...

Fat

...To dream that others are fat, signifies prosperity.


Yeeessshh! So, my first analysis would be that I'm having some personal issues right about now possibly about my masculinity. But I feel fine.

I'm open to suggestion, insults, and anything else you fine people has to say.

4 Jun 2005 Scary Dreams of a Drunk

I went to a pub/nightclub last night and, well, I drank a lot and became a sleepy drunk. At the end of the evening, once I had a greasy lamb donor kebab and stumbled back to my friend's house at 4:00am, I passed out of on their sofa. I then had two dreams. The first dream I can't fully remembered what happened, except that I got to kiss a female friend of mine, so we'll ignore that dream. This is the dream that I do mostly remember...

I was back in my old house when I was a student; except that the layout was different (windows were in different place for example). It was night time; dark, scary, and the sound of thunderstorms in the distance. I was with some friends and the power to the house was cut for about five minutes. We were all frightened.

Suddenly there was a flash of lightning and a crash of thunder, in the classic horror movie style of something to scare the shit out of the people before the real bad thing happens. Then suddenly there was a werewolf bashing at the window snarling ferociously. It had taken the form of a Dire-Wolf (a really big and scary wolf) and we all screamed. We tried to escape but there were more werewolves and they surrounded us. They took us hostage; I don't know what for though.

Then I was in the kitchen with one of the werewolves, now in human form. We got to talking about stuff including why they were holding us hostage. Then we started talking about vampires and how the werewolves are better than them. I even remember what he said to me in relation to that: "We are werewolf, we are alive. They are dead [talking about the vampires]". Then I woke up.

The thing is I love werewolves. I think they're so cool, much better than all the other supernatural stuff like Vampires. But I remember being so incredibly scared. Anyway I had a quick scan on Dream Moods to see what the dream meant and this is some of the things I've come up with. NOTE: These dreams cannot be taken seriously for the purpose of things like predicting the future as I was under the influence of alcohol, lack of sleep and a greasy donor kebab.


Werewolf
To see a werewolf in your dream, indicates that something in your life is not what it seems. It is symbolic of fear, repressed anger, and uncontrollable violence.

Hostage
To dream that you are a hostage, indicates that you are feeling victimized and powerlessness. You may also be feeling limited in your choices or physically immobilized. Perhaps this dream is paralleling some situation/difficulties in your daily life or relationship. Alternatively, it suggests that a part of yourself is not be fully expressed.

Lightning
To see lightning in your dream, signifies sudden awareness, insight, and purification. Alternatively, lightning may imply a shocking turn of events. It suggests the many forces governing your life may be beyond your control.

Kiss
To dream of a kiss, denotes love, affection, tranquillity, harmony, and contentment...If you are kissing a close friend, then it represents your respect and adoration for your friend. It may or may not signify a romantic interest for him or her.

22 Feb 2005 Dreams of War, Death, Loneliness and Friends

I had a dream the other night.

I dreamt that I was in a war, stuck behind enemy line in a sand-dug trench with my comrads. The enemy was japanese men dressed in World War 1 Nazi uniforms and they each had rocket launchers that had a delayed explosion on them. Fortunately I had one of these rocket launchers too. I was totally whupping their asses! Then one of them got a lucky shot and it was about to go off. To save the rest of the squad I sacrificed myself and smothered the rocket with my body.

I then woke up in a fairly modern shopping center-type place. I knew what I had done. I knew I was dead. I started to feel sad. Then my ex-girlfriend phones me on my mobile phone. I start babbling to her saying things like "I'm so glad to hear from you", "I'm dead", "I'm alone and afraid", etc etc. The thing is I know that my ex is dead too (even though she is alive and well in real life) so I figured she had to be here in this shopping-center-type place somewhere. So I start looking for her.

During the search I start getting all scared, emotional and sad, about being dead and alone and everything. Then out of the blue I see my old mate, Phil, who in this instance has his long hair, even though he cut his hair a few years ago in real life. I run to him and start babbling about how I'm glad to see someone I know and that I was so alone, etc. I ask Phil if he want to join me in find other people I know and he agrees. Later on we both find Phil, except this is Phil with his current short hair. So there's old long-hair Phil standing next to new short-hair Phil. At the same time.

Then I was suddenly outside the shopping center (you know, that good old transaction process that seems to happen instantly for no reason) on my own one again. The surroundings are quite industrial looking, though by no means dirty or evil looking. After a little exploring I see my other friend Si. He walking with his mates and he doesn't notice me. I start running and shouting at him to get him to notice me.

Then I wake up for real.


Intregued by this I went to Dream Moods.com for a possible solution:

• Nazi - To see a Nazi in your dream, represents a form of evil and merciless force that cannot be reasoned with. You may feel that others are putting you down.
• War - To dream of a war, signifies disorder and chaos in your personal affairs. You also be experiencing some internal conflict or emotional struggle. You are feeling torn between aspects of yourself. Perhaps the dream may indicate that you are being overly aggressive or you are not being assertive enough.
• Die - To dream that you die in your dream, symbolizes inner changes, transformation, self-discovery and positive development that is happening within you or in your life. Although such a dreams may bring about feelings of fear and anxiety, it is no cause for alarm and is often considered a positive symbol. Dreams of experiencing your own death usually means that big changes are ahead for you. You are moving on to new beginnings and leaving the past behind. These changes does not necessarily imply a negative turn of events. Metaphorically, dying can be seen as an end or a termination to your old ways and habits. So, dying does not always mean a physical death, but an ending of something. On a negative note, to dream that you die may represent involvement in deeply painful relationships or unhealthy, destructive behaviors. You may feeling depressed or feel strangled by a situation or person in your waking life. Perhaps your mind is preoccupied with someone who is terminally ill or dying. Alternatively, you may be trying to get out of some obligation, responsibility or other situation.
• Alone - To dream that you are alone, indicates feelings of rejection. You may be feeling that no one understand you.
• Afraid - To dream that you are afraid to continue on some situation, signifies trouble in the home and failure in business.
• Ex [girlfriend] - ... Seeing your ex in your dream also signifies aspects of yourself that you have x'd out or neglected.
• Friend - To see your friends in your dream, signifies aspects of your personality that you have rejected, but are ready to integrate these rejected part of yourself. The relationships you have with those around you are important in learning about yourself. Additionally, this symbol foretells of happy tidings from them and the arrival of good news.

I haven't had a chance to properly analyse this yet. If anyone else want to have a crack at it then feel free and let me know what you think.

23 Jun 2004 I had a dream last night....

I don't remember most of it. I remember dreaming I had a cat, my late-cat 'Mustard' (a lovely ginger cat whom I loved many years ago). For some reason he appeared out of nowhere and I had fogotten to feed it for days. So I'm looking around for food to give to poor Mustard. Then I woke up. The funny thing is for a few seconds after waking I still believed I had to feed Mustard. Then I remembered that I don't have a cat... This is the third time over the past few months I've had this dream with the same reaction.

I wondered what this could mean so I looked in a Dream Dictionary I had, as well as looked at DreamMoods.com for answers:

CAT - "To see a cat in your dream, signifies much misfortune, treachery, and bad luck. However, for the cat lover, cats signifies an independent spirit, feminine sexuality, creativity, and power...."

FEEDING - "To dream of feeding children or animals is an omen of prosperity..." The thing is I didn't actually get to feed my cat. So maybe the opposite of this statement is true; an omen of Anti-Proserity! (or whatever the opposite of prosperity is. I could be wrong though.)

RECURRING DREAMS - "Persistent or recurring dreams can be traced, almost invariably, to some physical or physcological cause and as a rule have no prophetic significance. However, a dream that recurs only two or three times is a different matter and should be seriously considered."

So judging by these statements it looks like something bad will happen to me in the future, which could cause me to loose something valuable or cause me to not progress in life. This doesn't look good...

Anyone have another view on this?