Dream on Ben Nevis

I was making a jogging ascent of Ben Nevis (unlikely, even in my prime).
The problem was that I was wearing a pair of brown leather town shoes.
I remember these shoes as I wore them in the sixties.
They were not designed for the Ben.
As I ascended, rather slowly, I had to download a black and white dream into my brain.
This kept me busy and I tended to forget my feet.
Makes perfect sense.

Rabbits and the Planning Department

I was out on the back garden of my old council house, watching my two pet rabbits annoy the next door neighbour. The rabbits had a door that led straight onto his garden.
I agreed with his request to remove the door.
I also resolved to improve their water supply which was in an old sink on top of a small brick mountain.
Suddenly three men in suits appeared, with clipboards and measuring tapes. The local planning officers no less. Such superb service.
One immediately started measuring the back garden, marking off triangles.
The others asked for my mother, who was in the house, trying on fur coats and hats with my auntie.
One of the officers shouted, "Its me"
As my mother appeared, he said, "Remember me, it's Mr Mee?"
A hopeful start.

Green Flag Oak

I was in a big old house, comfortable, with a lot of varnished wood and leather furniture.
Several people were there as well but the owner seemed a gaunt old soldier, bit scary. The atmosphere in general was vaguely threatening.
I went upstairs and exited by a back door which led directly onto a green field sloping upwards. Another person was beside me.
Near the top of the field was a huge, ancient, oak tree. Around 100 feet up was a hollow part of the tree. Sticking out of the hollow was a tattered green flag. It looked like a wooden figure was also in the hollow, perhaps holding the flag.
Suddenly the figure jumped down from the tree and ran towards us.
It then became two, then four, finally five.
They were weird creatures, half human, half tree like. (Dryads?)
They spoke to us a lot (don't remember what).
One ran off (the original one?) into the house. I told the others it was dangerous in the house and I would go and get him (her?) back.
One said not to bother as he would use the Dyrac (or Dirac) technique to get him back. He spoke into his hand and the adventurer suddenly reappeared alongside us.
I was quite intrigued by the whole episode but then woke up.

Cycles and Sheds

I bought myself a new bike. Dreamt of doing this before.
Maybe I should follow my own advice.
Anyway, the new bike was a racing model with very narrow wheels.
I gave it a whirl, it could go very fast, even faster as I narrowed the wheels down a bit.
I found I could do this by pure thought. Handy.
I was going faster and faster.
I then became aware that if the wheels were too narrow they would just cut into the road.
So, I achieved a happy but zippy medium.
Zoom . . .
I also found that I had materialised a new bike shed in the middle of the garden. Blocked the view a bit but perhaps materialisers can't be choosers.
Not yet . . .

A Present of Firewood

I was back at my old house. My ex girlfriend lived there. She looked great, suntanned and really attractive.
A whole load of firewood lay on waste ground nearby. It had been pulled out of the 'haunted house' in the woods.
The man who had pulled the firewood out was a gaunt old woodsman.
He told me to take some down to my ex girlfriend. I took a huge piece which was easy to cut up.
She was unimpressed.
There was an old cart with other items from the haunted house. I found an old fiddle in a leather case which had two sound holes rather than the normal one.
I thought I might pinch it for myself.
I hid it in the hallway of my ex's house.
Silly place really.

Car with a little extra.

I was looking at a new car in a showroom. It was a shiny blue hatchback.
There were tiny patches of tastefully coloured glass on the side of the door.
I peered through the glass and saw that the interior was much larger than what the outside would suggest.
Inside, a large curved kitchen was visible, plus loads of food on shelves, looked excellent.
Thought I might just buy it.

Virtually a Ladder

I was trapped on top of a tall building or tower, been there for ages.
I looked over the wall and saw a steel ladder, fixed vertically to the wall, descending to ground level about 60 feet below.
Why had I not seen it before? Possibly because it seemed to blend with the stonework. Was it really there?
I swung myself over the wall, grasped the top rung and started to descend. The rungs were hard to hold onto as they were so close to the wall.
Suddenly my heart lurched, the ladder was no longer there, just stone work. I was gripping onto stone edges. Please come back. Then the ladder gradually reformed, but hazily. I descended even faster before it or I decided it wasn't there again.
Perhaps the world is what you make it.