Two for the price of one!

I had two dreams this morning.

Dream 1:
I was staying with Chris, not in Leeds but at his parents house in Liverpool instead. Don't ask me why I was there - I have no idea. I just remember being tired and saying I'd have a nap for an hour before we went out for dinner. It was getting dark, so I assume it was around this time of year. I set the alarm on my iphone and drifted off to sleep. The alarm went off and I woke up and looked at the clock on the wall. The times didn't match. My phone was saying it was about 7 and the clock said around 9. I looked out the window and noticed the brillian sunshine. I got up and spoke to Chris' mum and discovered I'd slept right through. It was around 9 in the morning. Somehow the iphone had screwed up the time.

Dream 2:
I was waiting at an airport with my Mum. She was wearing an American sweater. It said Washington on the front and had a number on it. I can't remember the number. The jumper was dark blue, the writing might have been green and white. She'd had it as a gift from a colleague. There was a stranger (a guy) waiting at the same place as us, but for people off a different flight so it turned out. There was a long wait because there was some sort of disturbance in passport control or customs or baggage collection or something. Eventually Aunty Chris and cousin Dean came through and we went outside for the car.

Second sickness dream

Strange dreams again this morning.

I'm not sure how it started but something or someone or a group of things/people were after me. Well perhaps not just me, but I'm not sure that anyone else really listened or paid attention to me. I remember running through buildings trying to get away from whatever it was or hide. Then I found myself in Gran's bedroom with no escape so I thought I'd hide under the bed, only I couldn't get completely under.

The door opened and I was still only half under the bed. By this time I was trying to get out so that I could fight/run. But I was trapped. My aunt came through the door. Mum's twin sister. She asked me why I was trying to hide. I couldn't really explain it.

Then I woke up.

Crazy illness dreams

I often have crazy dreams when I'm ill and right now I have a bad cold, hence the really vivid dream this morning which I can't get out of my head.

I dreamt I'd been on a coach journey somewhere. I don't know where I was, but I'd just got off the bus and was walking towards the back of it and to my right was a young man around my age walking next to me. He slipped his hand into mine. He was wearing grey gloves. They were lovely and soft and warm and his grip was firm and strong without hurting me. I remember looking down at our hands then looking up at his face. I can't remember what he looked like, I just remember seeing love and passion in his eyes and a nice smile. I smiled back at him and we carried on walking to find somewhere to sit down and talk.

There was a field with a few trees in and people were putting up tents. We went over to sit under one of the trees by a tent. Then we realised we were in the way of people getting in and out of the tent so we got up and walked on and ended up getting trapped, encircled by tents. The only way out was to climb over the tents. He went first and I started after him, but they wouldn't support my weight and it was very wobbly.

The strongest image/memory I have from all of that is the gloves and holding hands. I felt like he really cared for me. It was nice. I hope that bit comes true.