Connections.

An unusual dream this one. It was about how everything and everybody is interconnected. Not sure if I managed to get it across. I dreamt that I was holding my heart as I was sitting in a wheelchair. Probably about me having responsibility for my health and any outcome. At the same time I was aware of my Dad in our old house with Max the dog. I had been looking after my Dad, who had dementia. He had been looking after Max and at the same time my three children were having to be looked after by me, themselves and K. (with different degrees of success). All this in a background of floods of interconnected emotion within the house and the neverending patterns in the sky, which gave some constancy. Orion was the pattern in the dream, with a close up of the Nebula.

The Orion routes on Ben Nevis are an example of how individual rock/ice climbs are all connected to an overall pattern, and is probably why it crept into the dream. These routes were an unfullfilled ambition of mine.

Always good to leave something for another day.

Class of 40+

I was back at school, late and unsure where my class was this period. Not unusual. I rushed into the classroom and sat near the back. Looked around, not the usual faces, in fact they were hostile to a man. In fact, they were all men around 40yrs old, I was in the wrong class, enemy held territory. I looked for the teacher for support, none visible. The men looked round and stared with hostility. What to do, panic? Hold on, I looked down at myself and saw I was their age as well, (even older!). Also I was not without some muscle of my own. I stood up with a new found confidence and walked out.
Phew!

The Casualty

This was a dream about being in hospital with serious injuries to my face and armpits. Nurses came with a blanket to cover me up. But, as I was already covered in blood, they used a blanket that had been pre stained, as it were, by another patient. This procedure was watched with approval by a team of 5 doctors/administrators, their only involvement.

In actual fact the NHS have been very good to me in the main, apart from a couple of early traumas, in which my only thoughts are (almost) that the staff involved have moved on in one way or another. I still enter the hospital with a certain trepidation, in addition to any life threatening injuries/illnesses I may currently possess.

I want to go home.

I was walking home (again!) and saw this incredibly complex car accident involving around 7 vehicles. Not wanting to get involved I ran off the other way and come across another scene of carnage involving around 3 vehicles. I hid behind an embankment and wondered what other direction I could take to get home. Then it occurred to me that if I went the final third way some other unfortunates would have to crash. Unsure of this theory but not wanting to test it, I retraced my steps.
May be connected to seeing a weird car accident in a supermarket car park the other day which required all three emergency services to tidy it up for other shoppers.

Safeways to Morrisons.

The final painting in the 'arid land' trilogy. I emerged from the Land Of Death into Safeways with my fellow travellers. Of course, this would now be Morrisons, such is progress into the Future.

The keen eyed will of course recognise the cliffs of Ben Nevis as being the last bastion of the Land of Death. Too true probably.

So, according to my dream world I am now back in the land of the living and commerce. Hooray.

All I have to do now is Live. Should be easy enough you would think. Here goes.

Land of the Dead and The Tunnel

To follow the story of my dream of my house in a strange arid land, the next episode was about climbing up a steep slope which had numerous water obstacles at an unnatural angle. I was aware I was on a land of the dead. Others were around me, like fellow travellers. I think we were looking for 'a way out.' Perhaps this is where I went when I was dead for two minutes following my heart attack.

Last night's dream was about following a familiar woman along a railway track through a tunnel, hoping no trains were due. The woman was in front as we approached the tunnel exit. A huge roar and a train approached towards us at high speed. Familiar woman leapt with unexpected vigour out of the tunnel and down to the right. I followed almost as fast and we landed in a heap. The train roared by on another track altogether. All that effort for nothing, or perhaps not. An obvious sexual theme but more to it I'm sure.

A well oiled Sunday.

I went to church last night, The Gate, in Dundee to be exact.
I was given the job of taking the collection with some sort of machine. First of all I took a tour round the congregation to plot a route and take a rough audit of numbers. Several people asked me to sit beside them, popular guy.
I went out to the door again and sprayed the collection machinery with WD 40 to ease its operation. This mild act of preparation caused the entire contraption to fly apart. Shouts of "Be quiet!" came to me as the Minister entered to begin the service. I was surrounded by springs, cogs and a rolling tin of lubricant.
No longer popular I had to confess to all that I had brought the Church to ruin, no more money could be collected.
The shame of it.

Porridge Forever

Last night I was sent to prison in a male urinal with around 10 other men. It was about the size of my kitchen and all done from floor to ceiling (both included) in white tiles. No windows. It felt and smelled horrid. Where could I lie down? Claustrophobia. I wanted out before the first two minutes were served. "Forgotten something outside," I said. No excuses. Here I was to stay.

Someplace, that will be actually happening.

Life on Mars

This was a dream about my real house in a strange arid land, but surrounded by familiar hills.

It seemed to be in the same place where I was at any time, only not normally visible.

Two of my children were present and running around.

I had an ongoing life, much the same as this one.

This was going on all concurrently with my life at the moment.

What's it all about?

Parrot Talk

I was walking towards my house when a parrot with a replacement steel leg landed on my shoulder. It started to speak to me and give me relationship advice. I realised that it had a good handle on that sort of thing and so I started to frame a question in my mind. Then I realised that speaking to a one legged parrot about relationships was probably pretty insane.
I woke up, but thinking, what if I had asked . . . . ?

Boy Racer

Not such a nice dream. I was driving my red Honda around a long wide left hand bend, with a high grassy bank on the same side. Lot of traffic in a long queue. A boy racer in another red Honda suddenly overtook myself and some other cars on the inside. He swerved off the road and up the grassy bank at high speed. Then he drove across a half mile of grass and cutting the corner launched himself off the bank back onto the road, ending up in front of the queue of cars. Or not quite, because the car somersaulted as it hit the road and ended on its flattened roof on the other side of the road. We all stopped to help. Some guys pulled out the driver who had both arms ripped off in the accident. "It hurts," was all he said. He was around 20 and all his life in front of him, now without arms.
Its hard getting past that age group when you are trying to proove yourself and find your way in the world, totally unscathed.

The Bus Driver

Last night I was driving a double decker bus for a living, £7 an hour, excellent terms and conditions.
I was unsure of my first route and so merely followed the bus stops, thought I couldn't go wrong. I cruised into a docks area, with my infallible plan.
The harbour developed into a pier.
Alas, what I thought was another bus stop was the mast of a schooner alongside the harbour wall.
By this time I was commited to driving along the pier, reversing had not been covered in the training, perhaps I was off that day.
The end of the pier duly arrived, I checked over my shoulder and noted that I had a full compliment of passengers.
So, a three point turn it had to be, perhaps more, as the pier was much the same width as the bus.
Luckily for all fare paying passengers I woke up at that point.

Coloured Feelings

Another from the archives. When I sleep really deeply, perhaps accessing another part of the dreaming man, I often experience a different sort of awareness.

The dream that prompted the painting was when all the emotions and feelings that I was having, or capable of having, were visible as swirling colours deep within my psyche. These were continually moving slowly around but when one was felt its colour deepened and moved around a lot more. It was hard to label them all but I think the usual associations were present, and I seem to have a fair bit of reddish colours showing that I am a very **** guy.

Sentient Clouds

No dream last night so another from the archives. I was looking up into the sky and I saw these sentient clouds. They looked a bit like spermatozoa or perhaps prawns. An aeroplane was flying through them but they were invincible to such penetration.

What I wrote down that morning was that there was life everywhere. Just being part of the universe ensured you were part of the incredible oneness that is Life and creation..

Not feeling quite so perky as that this morning, must have an Earl Grey.

The Real Me?

I was with Morgan Freeman, who was a hit man. He shot this old bloke outside his house, but not before the old guy had got off a few shots at him, killing our hero, Morgan. The old guy lay injured and I went over to finish him off. His family suddenly appeared, one phoned for an ambulance, a couple of fit blokes chased me. In the melee I dropped my gun and ran into their barn. They chased me round and round whilst I hunted for my gun.
Suddenly I realised they were the good guys and I was a bad guy. In a film everyone would cheer them on, hoping they got me before I found my gun.
Not liking this new role, I gave myself up, spoiling the whole film probably.

Time's up.

Sitting having my tea with Callum at his house. In comes his mum, which was a surprise as she was in Italy and not due back for a week. I asked if everything was ok and she replied that the person who they had been staying with had died. A few minutes later she organised a memorial service in the house, people arrived, and so I went out to find some more chairs at her request. The house was in the middle of a shopping centre and as I looked for chairs I noticed that steel shutters were coming down and armed police were everywhere. I asked what was going on and they replied that 5 nuclear devices were in the roof space and due to go off. I abandoned the chair search and returned into the house. I told them they all had to leave. I was told to be quiet. I shouted out about the imminent nuclear threat, still no movement. I then took Callum and left. I noted as I left that the police employed a giant mutant turtle to roar at the house I had just left to get everyone out.
Cars were everywhere and endless queues of people heading out of the city.
The nightmare had begun.

Do as you are told for once.

Last night I was in a big room with strict instructions not to open any of the doors. Needless to say I thought I would just have a peek through one of them, after waiting what I thought was an appropriate time.
There was nothing there. And I mean nothing, just empty space and all the air in my room rushed out to become nothing as well.
What a bummer.

ps Just remembered that there was 5 chimneys in the room and black sentient smoke was coming out of each one just before I opened the door.

Ball of Light

Last night I was driving home around 11pm along the shores of the river Tay between Newport and Newburgh. It was just starting to rain in big spots. Shortly after it would turn into a torrential downpour.
Anyway, as the big spots were falling, I saw a white light drift swiftly down the hill on my left, cross the road about 100yds in front of me and continued down towards the river. It looked egg shaped and roughly the size of a car wheel. The area was all fields. I lost sight of it as I reached the spot it had crossed the road.
Was it ball lighting, a ghost, or did I fall asleep at the wheel and like all the exciting things in my life, just a dream?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ball_lightning

Helter Skelter

A visit to Hunstanton, a Norfolk seaside town, venue of childhood holidays. I entered the Helter Skelter, and climbed to the top. Sitting on the door mat thing I launched myself downwards, round and round and round. Hold on, was I going down? No, I was sliding up, faster and faster. Somehow down had turned to up. Where would it all end, spiralling up into space? Infinity? God?
My mum and dad would wonder where I had got to. Where's he gone now? He's a very naughty boy.
Woke up feeling quite dizzy.

Mix 'n' Match dream

This dream was so weird with so many different and apparently unrelated elements that it may suffice for me to mention the caption that I wrote at the time.

"I prepare to take Kirsty to London for 'Process Dream Queen' in a steam engine, while Martians prepare to invade, naked police lie under a pink blanket, Sue flees the scene of a road accident involving police, and the 3rd car totally disappears."

Maybe it just reflects the rubbish that I keep in my psyche.

The Bus Trip

Last night I got a new council house built for myself by my father (who built council houses). Dreaming of him a lot these days. It was a large affair with dozens of others all the same. There was a number 147 double decker bus waiting to take me to the house which was also number 147. I walked from the bus to the new house through a desert of mud cliffs, all with deep caves plunging into the bowels of the earth. Not your usual housing scheme environment. It was as if the land had yet to be formed into parks for hoodies and co-op shops etc.
I was pleased that I got the right bus just as I was absurdly pleased in reality the other night when I caught the 7.15pm, number 22 bus, from Menzieshill, Dundee, to the West Port, on my own, and without incident.

Red Spot

This was a dream of the great Red Spot on Jupiter. Got really close up in my virtual, astral, non existent space suit.

Jupiter rises around midnight in the South East but keeps fairly low in the Southern sky. Venus, the really bright one is visible all evening in the West and will get even brighter this month as it gets closer. Mercury is behind the sun at the moment but around mid May it will be visible in the North West after sunset. Saturn is in Leo and is high in the sky as the sun goes down and it will set around 1am. Mars is not really visible at the moment sitting low down in the South East around dawn.

Rats

I was walking up to my house with my Dad It was up a long driveway. Underneath the driveway were countless tunnels inhabited by rats. None of this activity was visible on the surface. My Dad said he would go underground and set some traps. I told him not to bother as we would have to check on them later and I wanted to spend time with him as he had been dead for about 7 years.
He insisted and disappeared into the tunnels to set the traps.
Needless to say I never saw him again.

Future Success

This was a dream of a panic move to the North. My worldly baggage was being loaded onto a steam train which was panting impatiently at the platform. Something had gone wrong with my life and I was getting out. Perhaps my nostalgia for the past had got in the way yet again. At least I was not leaving my baggage behind.

This dream was of course from the archives and I am now in that dream future. All my baggage has been resolved and my life in the North is now a success in all departments. Excellent relationship, new shiny car and a detached house completely renovated with all mod cons. As some of my readers may know my grasp of reality remains tenuous.

Brush with Death

This was a dream in which I met Death. He is a figure I have met from time to time in my dreams. This time he stood in front of me and said "If you don't really live, I will kill you".

"It's easily done", he continued, "I just put one of these brushes at your feet and another at your head, and down you go". I obediently started to fall, all life beginning to drain from me. "However", he continued, removing the brushes, "It's no fun killing anyone that's not really alive, so go on and get a life, really live, and then I will kill you". "Actually that last bit was a joke", he said, "You will get enough time".

So, here I am, wondering how to really live. Not so easy as it sounds. Hope he thinks I am making the effort.

ps not a brush to be seen in my house.

The Forgotten BBQ

I woke up from an afternoon nap and found my back garden full of people and motor cars. My befuddled brain clicked round a few notches and realised I had forgotten about a barbeque that I had organised. People stood expectantly around with uncooked sausages. Max the dog went outside for his daily inspection of the garden, ran around rather hysterically and headed out of the front gate straight across the main road. He collided head on with a brick wall at the far side and knocked himself out. I walked across and hoisted him onto my shoulder and headed back across the road. Unexpectantly the road had changed itself into a deep river with 60 foot vertical sides. Black salmon were climbing up the vertical mud towards me. With either extreme bravado or stupidity I launched myself into space heading for the deepest part of the water, complete with Max around my shoulders. History does not record if I survived as I had the good fortune to wake up into another incredible day of sunshine.
Going to be repairing my wall alongside the road or river today, whatever.

Dreams within dreams

Last night I was staying in a hostel. Rows of single beds, steel framed and narrow, all in a damp room on the third floor. Snoring, smelly men all around, me probably the worst. Why was I here? Where was here? Seemed like a fire trap, sealed windows from years of overpainting.
Next morning looked outside, I had been staying on the ground floor of a white walled cottage at an island B & B. The other men had melted away. The sun shone like it had been shining forever. The colours of the sky, trees and sea were incredibly clear. A slight warm breeze. Looked like some sort of paradise. A dream within a dream.
Sue and Alison then appeared walking up a road from the past, two people I had never seen in the same frame.
They were really polite to me, not quite a first, but unusual.
Then I woke up, reality, and today it didn't feel so good. The sun was shining as usual, but it seemed like a joke.
Odd little overlap see http://dailyarse.blogspot.com/