Terrapins and Eggs

I am looking after 3 terrapins.
It was Easter time and I had a large chocolate egg filled with foil covered mini eggs, around 50 of them.
I ate half of the big egg and decided to hide the remaining half together with all the mini eggs. Predators in the house you see.
But where?
Of course, float the half egg and contents in the terrapin tank.
Then I got hungry again.
Off to the tank to find the terrapins had scoffed the lot, 50 mini eggs, silver paper and all.
Only a fragment of the half egg floated forlornly.
A wreck.
Their owner would be furious, how could they survive eating all that armoured chocolate?
I got up and rushed through to the terrapins.
They were all alive and were still hungry.
No trace of the half egg either.

The Car Journey

Driving home in the rain, really heavy and getting dark.
The road was beginning to flood. Torrents were coming off the fields and surging across the road.
Eventually I safely arrived home and reversed into the driveway.
I sat listening to the rain drumming on the car roof. Soon I would go into the house and put the kettle on.
Then I found myself driving out onto the road again.
This is not what I wanted to do. Who was driving the car, me or it?
But, it had stopped raining.
Instead of rain the weather had decided to freeze solid.
The pools and torrents were frozen hard.
Tree branches, heavy with ice lay across the road, now an ice rink.
The car slithered and crunched its way along.
After several miles the car turned back.
But it had turned to snow. Impossible to see where we were going. We would never get home, the road seemed impassable.
But I awoke and the car had carefully deposited me in my nice warm bed.

Climate Change

Walking towards my old council house to visit son R.
As I approached the air grew colder. Then I saw the house.
It was covered in snow and ice. White ice, green ice and some pale blue ice.
I picked up two ice covered bricks from the driveway as a present for R (house warming?).
I knocked and R answered. He too was covered in white hoar frost.
Seemed happy enough though.
I peeked into the hallway which was also snow covered. Also some pale grey ice on the walls for variety.
Relationship not cooled as one may think.
Went home and discovered Woody the cockatiel had been left outside, on the pavement, in the rain.

Just a Dream

Disturbing dream night before last.
I was really ill and lying on floor on Ninewells Hospital, Dundee. I was going to get 'put down' later on the same day. Son C stood with his hand on my shoulder. A crowd had arrived to say goodbye. I only recognised two of them which was odd. But one of the men, that I did know, came up and held my hand. It was very moving. No women around, perhaps understandably.
Then I woke up and prowled around the house a while.
Then I fell asleep again and dreamt it was later on the same day, near to zero hour.
I was in my house, son C was again there and said he would try to be more like son R. Not sure about that.
C had also taken over my house, bits of engines, watches, cigarette lighters lay neatly around. He was puffing away at a pipe.
I said that it was nearly time for me to go.
C said he was really sorry and gave me a hug. I asked him to keep in touch. He said that he would love to but he didn't know how.
Exactly, and we left it at that.

First Day

First day at my new school last night. It was a new school too, brand new, made mostly of pricey hard wood, beautifully varnished.
We were getting the new boys tour.
I noticed however that it had been snowing inside the building, odd.
Even more peculiar was that the snow had been given a coat of matt white.
This made it even more slippy and ruined a lot of the woodwork.
Our tour leader paused to wonder at the mess, but we carried on and entered the staff room. Big mistake. A teacher raged out at us, jumping up and down on the painted snow.
For "****'s sake lighten up," an anonymous pupil retorted.
This of course didn't help.
A grand start to the term.

Memorable Flight

I was carrying out a peat survey of the Tay valley with a guy named Bill. Not much had been used in the area around Dundee, I wondered why.
I then asked Bill if he remembered how to fly. He replied by soaring up into the air, clutching his clipboard.
Remembering the correct mind set I, more slowly, flew up to join him.
We looked around at the Tay estuary far below. Incredible.
Gradually we descended and flew into a cave.
Alone now I peered around. I then saw two or three women in the shadows.
Suddenly I realised that all the things I had forgotten I could now remember.
I knew that all along but could not access the information.
Even more than I thought I already knew was accessible.
Like an internal Google.
But, of course, I now forget what I remembered.

Man's best friend

Its been quite a few months since Max died so decided to get a new dog.
It was black and large, of indeterminate type, but seemed to be able to change its shape into a black bear.
It was terrifying.
Never managed to put a lead on it and it was just free to roam the house and garden.
Every time it saw me, it snarled.
He didn't like me and I didn't like him.
In the end I decided to arm myself with a crowbar 24/7.
Nice doggy.

Paid to shop

I was in an old style shopping mall looking for a toy shop. When I found it, it was surrounded by a crowd, paid to shop and increase sales figures. I couldn't get near it. They were buying to music and seemed to be controlled by electricity. An electrically controlled crowd.
I found the panel with their power switches and switched them off.
I was then pursued around the shopping mall by two hit men paid to despatch me.
It's all about money.

Ice

I had lost my car and trailer.
The trailer was carrying blocks of ice. I was worried that they might melt.
Then I saw, in the distance, where it was parked. In a car park behind a glass screen.
I tried to find the entrance.
I walked round and round, no gates, no entrances, no way in.
Just occasional glass partitions and buildings.
I stood watching the ice melt.

The bullet, bus and bull.

Last night's dream was a bit of a mixture.
Discovered I had been shot by a small calibre bullet in my left pelvis. My white shirt was covered in blood and I asked my long dead mother for a clean one. But she hadn't done the washing.
My dead dad examined the casing of the shell that wounded me (how did he get it?).
It was much larger than I thought.
I then stood, in my dirty shirt, watching a small van facing up to a large bus.
The van playfully nudged the bus.
The now infuriated bus then charged the small van.
The van promptly changed into a bull which jumped through the windscreen of the bus, killing the driver.
Makes perfect sense.

Back Again

Loads of dreams to catch up on but will do with one from last night.
Was queueing up to get into my house with son C.
Oddly enough was no one else in queue and can't think why I should even bother.
Suddenly the sky darkened and an alien space ship hove into view.
A death ray or something lanced down from the sky and slowly cut up the pavement between C and myself.
"Pay no attention," I said.
True enough, away it went.