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.