The morphing man!

I just woke up from a very bizarre dream, but already it's fading so I have to write it down quickly.

It was kind of Dr Who themed, but I'm not sure I ever actually saw the Doctor. Unless he was at the start, but that bit has gone now. Now the first bit I remember is being in Gran's front room with Chris. Only it wasn't Chris. It looked like Chris and he was on the same course as me t uni and stuff, but there was something not quite right about him. We were filming for something, I don't remember what. We had a gadget and had to zap something in next-door's front garden with it. It was hand-held and small and shiny. Perhaps it was the sonic screwdriver, I'm not sure. I can't remember what we zapped. So we did that and then it was safe, but somehow using the zappy thing made Chris emotional or something and he kisses me, tongues and all. It was a very nice kiss, but also confusing because while I find Chris attractive I don't think I could bring myself to have any sort of relationship with him other than the good friendship we already have. So I pulled away and he asked why and I said I didn't want to complicate things and that I just wanted to be friends. So then we went into the lounge and I started to introduce him to Gran. But Gran wasn't quite herself. Gran was a much scarier version in my dreams. She thought he was my boyfriend and started asking questions of me to make me doubt him. Things that would have applied to Jeremy. Probably things that people should have asked me when I was going out with him to get these doubts in my head. So Chris walks from behind me and goes to the window and then to sit down on the sofa and I see he has morphed into Jeremy. I suddenly want to get out of there, but also need the toilet. So I go to use the downstairs loo and there's a family party and the people are in Gran's kitchen and conservatory, so I have to struggle to get past them all to the loo. Which has a sliding door. In reality it doesn't have a lock, but you can easily hold it closed while you sit. Although everyone in the family knows that if the door is closed then it's occupied. But in my dream the door slides the other way and has locks on, but they don't work because there's no point in a sliding lock on a sliding door. So I'm sat on the loo and for some reason there's a bath in there too in my dream. Someone tries to get into the loo. I end up not being able to pee because I'm under pressure. I pull up my pants and straighten my dress. It's then I realise I'm wearing a dress and not my usual trousers. So I start to leave the bathroom and end up falling in this bath full of water. So then I get out of there eventually and go looking for Mum to take me home. I'm looking for my coat, but someone sold it and nobody can find it. I find Mum's twin and she implies I'll never get my coat back or find my Mum. Then Jeremy is after me and I'm getting more and more anxious to get out of there before he catches up with me. So I go out onto the yard and there's a few cousins there. Granddad was also around and someone was finding berries for him to eat. In my dream he was back from the dead and looking as good as he did 5 years ago and not how he did when I last saw him.

The next section of the dream is even more bizarre. It's based on the cousins who were outside in the yard. There was something about a bus and also about the ocean and a submarine and I still couldn't find Mum and the kids were on holiday or something. It was all very bizarre and made no sense at all. Not that the rest of the dream did, but I can at least understand the rest of it enough to describe it somewhat. It's possible that Chris was the doctor in the earlier bit of the dream, seeing as he then morphed into Jeremy. I'm not sure. I wish I could remember what/why we were filming ourselves or if there was a TV crew for it. But I can't. All I can remember is the kissing really.

dreaming of family I don't have

This morning I had a rather odd dream. Mostly it seemed to be about family, German and a test/presentation that I was scared of.
At one point I was at Gran's house in the front room, only it was bigger in my dream and laid out how it was about 10-15 years ago and not how it looks now. Only it was now because my cousin Liesel came in singing a German song by WSH and it was one of their new ones. So I asked her if she had the new album and what she made of it compared to the others.
Then a bit later I had a little brother. I would guess he was somewhere between the age of 2 and 5. He could talk when he wanted to, but wasn't all that talkative. He had a small (green?) monkey toy that he loved. I loved him to pieces, but he often pretended to not be interested in me at all. Especially at family gatherings where he would play with other people instead of me.
I had to give a presentation in German about history. I'd chosen some sort of war between Germany and Russia. I'd done a little research and knew what I was going to say and I was reasonably confident. But then the other people who went before me had much more to say about the details of their topic and I had just done an overview of the thing and what led up to it and what the consequences were and I panicked rather and got upset and then I woke up.

Holiday dream

I don't remember much of this dream, but I recall in this dream that I had recently been on holiday to Africa. Only this was much more exciting and thrilling and dangerous than in real life. In my dream the world was flat and Africa was in the middle of this huge ocean. Getting there was really dangerous. I think we flew there (Katie and I), but I'm not sure. We went to Victoria Falls and went white water rafting and flew over the falls in a light aircraft and in my dream I was back in the UK telling people about the holiday. I told Mum and showed her on the map where I had been and what we had done in each place and what order we had done it all in. I also saw lots of old friends from different points in my life, but none of them believed that I had been because it was so dangerous and not like me to go on adventures. Mum decided she was going to do a similar holiday on her own and I tried to persuade her not to because on your own it really would be dangerous.

4 dreams for the price of one

A night or two ago I had another dream about Doctor Who. We were in Egypt and there were pyramids and mummies and lots of sand and sun and stuff. Only there was this woman and she kept waking the mummies up and they were controlled by aliens or some bad force. She was pregnant, but the Doctor said the baby wasn't human, so he had to try and help her because if she gave birth it would kill her and apart from being possessed she was pretty harmless and the Doctor is a big softy afterall. So he got his sonic screwdriver out and somehow zapped her so that the alien went away. Then she was put away somewhere where she couldn't do any harm and couldn't be harmed. But it wasn't over yet. I'd been right near the Doctor when he zapped the alien inside the woman. Somehow it felt him coming and transferred into me. The Doctor sensed this after a while, but I wouldn't let him zap me. I ran away. I needed to protect my baby. The Doctor's baby. At this point I recalled that I'd had sex with the Doctor at some point prior to the dream beginning. I wasn't going to let him hurt his own baby. He caught me in the middle of a wide empty street with lots of mummies laying in boxes in rows on the ground. We tussled for a bit and ended up having very passionate sex (by the way it was great). He then reached into his pocket for his sonic screwdriver to zap the baby. But somehow or other he got the message. It really was his baby. The alien had tried to take over me but the foetus was stronger and kicked it out already. The reason I was registering as having alien life inside me was because it was the Doctor's baby and not a fully human baby. Then we rewrapped the mummies with the bandages going round in the opposite direction to before so the aliens couldn't come back (for some reason they really hated anti-clockwise things) and then the Doctor grabbed my hand and we started walking back towards the Tardis, which was out of sight somewhere. We never did see it before I woke up.
Aliens: Either being with or dreaming you are an alien, shows you are feeling isolated and alone. This highlights a need to find a way to connect with kindred spirits. Can indicate a fear of the unknown within yourself.
Pregnant: This dream serves as a reminder to work on developing your potential.

Last night in one dream I had lots of wobbly teeth and at least one of them fell out. I think more than one fell out though. But one in particular fell out and I remember looking at it and trying to figure out which way round it should go, so that I could put it back in. For some reason in those dreams I always hope that if I put them back in and stay still for long enough then it will heal and be okay. I'm always surprised when I wake up with all my teeth and none of them wobbly. It always feels so real.
Teeth: Teeth falling out can indicate hopes and fears.

My second dream last night was about me working in an unsafe nuclear power plant. I was in this big room with other women and there were loads of pipes. But the cladding wasn't working properly and the pipes were over-pressurised and the cooling systems weren't working properly. It was heading towards meltdown when I woke up, but I was still trying to do something about it even though I wasn't sure what to do.
Danger: Dreams involving danger are most common during times of stress and anxiety. Consider how you are dealing with the danger in your dream. If you are facing it, your subconscious is telling you to battle on.

Another dream from a few days ago was about my Granddad. I dreamt that he was alive again and in a clothes shop with me and some other family members. I can't remember any other details really.
Family: Dreams of your family can be a reflection of attitudes towards outside relationships. Consider which family member is most prominent in the dream, as this will indicate your subconscious feelings about current relationships in your life.

The Birds!

A few nights ago I dreamt that a bird flew in through the window of the room I was in at the time. It was a small bird. I think it was a female blackbird because it was that sort of brown colour. I don't remember anything else about the dream. I don't remember what happened to the bird. I just remember it flying in and me being a bit surprised to see it inside.

My book says:

Dreaming of birds signifies a sense of freedom, and flight from care and worries. Birds also symbolise the spiritual self. Consider whether the birds are caged or flying free. This shows how you are feeling about your life at a deep level. The type of bird in your dream is significant. A bird of prey indicates seeing an overview.

So it seems that my dream is telling me I feel as if I've flown into a situation and I'm maybe a bit surprised about how it's turning out.

The Doctor

Two dreams recently have featured Doctor Who/David Tennant again. First things first:

I was in an audience in the hall at my old school. The hall with the stage. Joanna Hulse was sat next to me. She's a girl I had a love-hate relationship with at school - you know, the girl you love to hate. There was a group of girls performing some play. David Tennant had come to play Dr Who and he was the only male character. Al the rest were girls. I’m not sure how old they were, I don’t think they were old enough to be students at St George’s. There was one particular girl in the play who attracted my attention for some reason. I knew her, but not from real life. She had shoulder length dark brown hair and was probably aged between 8 and 11. There was a bit of singing, but I couldn’t understand it. Then the TARDIS materialised and out walked the Doctor/David Tennant. Joanna started gushing about how lovely he is and tried to get me to admit that I fancied the pants off him and I was all laid back about it and was like “he’s okay, but he’s nothing special, he’s just some guy.”

At the end of the show everyone had gone and I walked out of the back of the hall and stepped outside. As I stepped outside I heard a voice say "well if it isn't Aunty Sharon!" I looked to my right and sitting on a chair looking out over the playground was David Tennant/The Doctor. It was him talking to me. "Sorry?" I said as I turned and walked towards him. I stood directly in front of him and looked him in the eyes. "Sorry" I repeated, "I didn't quite catch that."

"You're Aunty Sharon!" he said, then he said the girl's name who had caught my attention, but I don't remember it. "All **** did was talk about Aunty Sharon and how wonderful she is..." Then he went on to explain to me that all the songs were in various alien languages and he'd translated the lyrics from snippets of things this girl had said about me. So all the songs had been about me and how great I am. And there was David Tennant/The Doctor believing that I was a really amazing aunt and looking up to me, both literally (from his chair) and figuratively.

The scene changed and I saw my best mate from school, Emma. Somehow that made the connection in my head. The girl in the dream. She's Emma's daughter.

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The second dream is more disjointed. I was The Doctor's companion/lover. I'd been a few places with him and traveled a bit. I knew all about him. There were battles and enemies. Time kept changing and going back and forth, but the Doctor didn't age and neither did I. I had identical twins. Boys. They were Time Lords too. They went back to Gallifrey. It was inhabited by evil aliens. I don't recall what they were, but they were resisting the return of the Time Lords.

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Not surprisingly my book doesn't tell me anything about Dr Who dreams, famous people dreams, dreams about time travel. Dreams about aliens however can reveal hidden fears, especially of the unknown. Or it could mean I've been watching far too much Doctor Who....

When old dreams come back to haunt us...

This morning Mum reminded me of a dream I had about 2 years ago when I was living in Germany. I don't remember the dream, but Mum tells me I told her roughly what happened. Now, though she tells me that it was true, but that she couldn't tell me at the time because of a promise she'd made and because she hoped she wouldn't ever have to tell me I guess.

Two dreams, no meanings as yet...

The first dream I recall from this morning was set at uni. I went for a lecture and came in through the back door into the lecture theatre. It was for a special lecture from a company - I don't know that we'd been told which one. There were other students in the room as well as the people from my group. I didn't pay any attention to them though. Chris wasn't there so I tried to save notes for him but the visiting lecturer wouldn't let me take a spare set. Then the lecturer went to the front of the class and started to write really quickly on the board without reading what they were writing. They were in fact saying completely different things to what they were writing about and it was really distracting having to try and concentrate on what they were saying and trying to write down what they were writing. They commented about the turnout and said it was nice to see so many famous faces and it turned out that about half the people there were TV/film stars. I can't remember any names right now, but the lecturer embarrassed them all by naming most if not all of them. The lecturer then mentioned that his colleague Mr Stockman was with him and would be around to help us later. (Mr Andrew Stockman was my boss when I worked for Areva in Erlangen in Germany for almost a year, he's a really nice guy and we got on well.) So then I looked around the class and spotted Andrew and he turned round and saw me in the second to back row. He came back to speak to me once the lecturer had stopped speaking. Then the lecturer came over too. The lecturer's name was on the board as "Myth von Steven" and Andrew was calling the lecturer Steven, but that wasn't too unusual as Germans are often known by their surname in a professional environment. But then I spotted the lecturer's face for the first time. The lecturer had a goatee and an adam's apple, which isn't all that unusual for a guy, but he also had a woman's voice and girly hair and not a very flat chest. So then I was talking to Andrew with a couple of friends and telling them he was my old boss and that German's had trouble saying Andrew and "Steven" was in fact calling Andrew "Elmer". I woke up around this time.

My second dream from this morning that I remember was also quite odd, but in a nice way. I had been kidnapped and drugged by this couple. The guy was driving, but the woman was telling him some turnings to make. She had blonde hair. I was slumped in the back seat of the car, in the middle with no safety belt on. I had a denim mini skirt on, some knee high boots that I would never wear in waking life (and I do not own a pair like that), my pale blue coat and some tights. I did have something on under my coat, but as I couldn't see it Ihave no idea what it was, I have a feeling it was something revealing. Because I was drugged I couldn't think straight or move about much because my limbs were really heavy. I sat there and watched them driving me away and couldn't do anything about it. I hoped the whole time that I would be rescued. For some reason I had the idea that Doctor Who was looking for me and would save me if I was lucky. The kidnappers turned off the road when they got to a forest and got out of the car. Doctor Who appeared and they scarpered. He climbed into the back of the car with me and knelt in front of me somehow. With those long legs of his I assume he must have had his feet under the front seats or something. Either that or they'd kidnapped me in a limo and I hadn't noticed how big it was before then. Anyway, he was suddenly there in front of me and looked at me with a worried look on his face. He put his arms under my armpits and lifted me a bit because I was all floppy and slouched down in the seat. Then he hugged me and pressed his right cheek against mine and I remember thinking how soft his skin felt. Then he drew back, looked me in the eye, I mumbled "doctor" and then kissed me full on the lips. He kissed me twice more and by the third kiss I just about managed to respond through the drugs.

Then I woke up.

I'll check out the meanings of these in a few days when I get my dream book back.

Green Dragon

I woke up with this song in my head this morning.

Oh you can search far and wide,
You can drink the whole town dry.
You'll never find a beer so brown
But you'll never find a beer so brown
As the one we're drinking in our town.
You can kick your fancy ales.
You can drink em by the flagon.
But the only brew for the brave and true . . .
Comes from the Green Dragon!

Considering I haven't seen the last part of the LOTR trilogy for a while and that tune isn't on the soundtrack, I'm not sure why it entered my head, but it must have got there in my dreams.

Unexplained complex dream

My dream from the other night was quite long and complicated. I hope I can still remember the key points. I can't check with my dream book for another week, so this will have to stay meaningless for a while.

It started in this hotel. I was there with some family from Mother's side of the family, I think Dad may have been there too. I have strong recollection of seeing Aunty Chris and Aunty Sue. I'd had a message from good fairies that we had to get out of the building because something bad was going to happen, but they didn't tell me what. I managed to get my family outside but not all the other guests came out. A vicar stayed inside by the huge windows on the front of the building and called everyone in to hear his sermon. Aunty Sue went straight in and Chris followed. Even Mum went in and she doesn't believe in God. This was all wrong and I knew it. I figured that the vicar was the bad thing I was warned about - or a part of it at least. None of the others would stay outside though because they'd been outside now and it was safe inside and the fairies hadn't told me how long the danger would last. So I went inside to try and get them out. I didn't listen to the vicar.

Next thing I know I'm in a room upstairs that is very like my old bedroom at home. It was windy and there was a bit of string attached to the window latch. I pulled on the string trying to shut the window, but it was too windy. I tried to tie the string to something but it wouldn't reach and the wind blew the window off and sucked me out through the window and suddenly I'm floating around outside the front of my house. But it's not my house. Instead of a lawn there's a field knee deep in grass. There's a car wreck between the house and where the grass starts and Mum is standing by it yelling at me to go right a bit and left a bit. The window was acting like a kite, only I couldn't steer it so I landed at the edge of the grass.

Then I'm back inside. The whole of the front of the building has been ripped off by the wind and my bedroom window has been replaced by a tiny window and it's really dark in there and I hate it. I go back downstairs and I'm in the hotel again (I'm not sure why it's sometimes home and sometimes a hotel). I see an organ and decide to try and play it. Whenever I hit a note it starts to play a hymn on it's own. I can't control it or play my own music on it. I get annoyed with it just as the vicar comes out of a side room nearby. He tries to persuade me and a girl I used to go to school with (Faye) that we should go to church in the hotel. I had somewhere to go, so I made my excuses and left and went outside the hotel.

There I saw one of my German friends, Heike, talking to a German friend of hers in english. I think they were arguing. After the friend walked off and Heike was walking in the other direction I went up and spoke to Heike. We greeted each other in German and asked how the other was etc. But then she started answering me in english. Then I woke up.

Yesterday's dream

The way I woke up yesterday made me forget my dream. I knew it was an interesting one though and throughout the day I kept getting flash images, but they would disappear before I could make any sense of them. As I lay in bed last night dozing off I suddenly remembered, so I grabbed a pen and wrote down three key words to remind me this morning.

Volcano, Sea, Flood.

I was at home (my parents home) and I was packing to go to university and Mum was there, but Dad was out at work. Then it got all dark as if there was a storm. There was water crashing on the windows. We thought it must be a terrible storm, but we didn't worry until water came into the house under the front door. Then I looked out one of the windows and there was sea all around us about a foot deep.

In the distance I could see a huge orange flare. I got closer to the window and looked closer at it and thought it must be a volcano erupting in the sea. We live about 20 miles from the sea in Lincolnshire and we live just below the first 10m line on the OS map. So I figured that the volcano had erupted in the sea and caused a tsunami that had made a wave about 10m high (or so) come over a good portion of Lincolnshire. I have no idea how our house withstood it, but we weren't scared that it would fall down. I knew if the water went up higher I could go upstairs and be okay.

Then a big boat sailed up to our house. They were saying something about it not being a volcano. It was an explosion on a boat so they said. Because a boat exploding looks like lava spewing out of a volcano doesn't it? I didn't believe them. I did believe them though when they said they were giving up the sea defences at Boston and that we now officially didn't live on land.

Then I woke up.

Possible meanings: A volcano is a powerful warning sign, especially if it is erupting. Dreaming of a volcano indicates that you have been repressing or stifling intense emotions. The dream is a message to look for ways in which to release these safely in waking life. Flood dreams may indicate that your personal feelings are 'flooding out' into areas of your life, such as career, which are inappropriate. This could be a warning to find safe channels through which to direct your emotions.

Three for the price of one

I had several dreams this morning:

• One of my dreams was reasonably realistic and set in the next week or so, somewhere in Leeds. I can't remember exactly where, but I was inside with C and we hugged and then we kissed for the first time. It was really special. I felt happy and not at all worried about anything. Possible meanings: signifies hopes of a romantic involvement, represents need for affection and attention, I need to show and accept affection, happiness is on it's way into my life.
• Another dream wasn't all that realistic. I was living in some weird futuristic style building at Uni and there were many flights of stairs. The stairs were a pale creamish colour and made of stone. At one stage I was going up to my flat and I got talking to someone I used to go to school with who also lived in the building and I ended up going up too high. I looked down the stairs and was too scared to go down. When I looked down I could see gaps between the steps and the handrails were there, but not all the verticals were there, so I was scared I would slip and fall. So I stayed at the top and I watched some people do a music exam. Possible meanings: reflects inner fears, perhaps of delving into painful/deep memories.
  
• Another dream was set in a similar building, but with slightly different shaped steps (these ones had more spirally bits). I was at the top of the stairs trying to go down. I was scared again for the same reasons as before. OB was there and was trying to protect me and stop me from falling and in doing so he fell 2 or three floors himself. I saw him fall and on the way down his leg hit one of the railings of a lower spiral staircase. I saw him land and lay motionless on the floor. I tried to scream for help but my throat was dry and no sound came out. I knew I had to try and help him and up there I could do nothing, so I somehow crawled down the stairs very slowly and carefully. When I got to the bottom a girl I didn't know was helping him and he was fine. Possible meanings: reflects feelings of anxiety and inner fears of memories or of losing status somehow.

In the beginning...

Dreams are very important. Scientific trials have proven that people who have been woken to prevent dreams become disorientated, confused, erratic and forgetful. They good for our mental health even if we cannot remember them or do not act on them.

I often have quite memorable dreams and people have often commented that my dreams would be fun to analyse. So I'm going to try and keep a log on here of my dreams. I will write only about dreams that occur from now onwards. All dreams that have occurred to date will probably only confuse matters as I have changed since then and we need to set some sort of perspective and scale on this kind of experiment.

So my rules are:

• record dreams in the order in which they occur
• record only new dreams