Warehouse Survival Comedy

Taken from physical dream journal.

Date of original entry: 9/1/17.

The dream begins in a newsagents, based on one that exists near my home. Most of the layout was the same as in real life, except for the wall at the back opened into a large warehouse, complete with rows of stock and a warded off forklift areas. I find myself almost walking into the forklift area, catching myself and quickly heading back into the main shop area.

This short scene repeats a couple of times, for whatever reason, before the scenery of the dream changes to walking up the street outside my home. I already live in an area with lots of greenery, but the dream decided to turn this up to 11, with the road slowly eroding away into a footpath that led through a wood full of apple trees that apparently was also the local park at the same time.

I followed the path, which was eventually swallowed up by grass and flowers, and led into a large, open meadow. There was a wide, slow moving river, that dream knowledge told me was where the M8 motorway should be in real life. Beside it was a group of people, none of whom I recognised.

The people were building small rowing boats out of a myriad of materials they had found laying around, and I found out that it was a competition to try and make it to an island somewhere down the river first and find a prize. It was being televised by hidden cameras, and was supposedly some kind of survival show.

The dream changed locations again, to the island that the boats were headed for, and I was no longer actively participating in the events, instead seeming like an onlooker. The water around the bank was foggy, with the boats slowly drifting out of it. The island itself was packed with trees and large plants, with no clearings for the people to set up a camp, but they were determined to find a way non the less.

At some point it had stopped being a competition and they were all working together, when one of them found a stone door hidden behind some vines. This was supposedly the prize, and they all tried to smash it open with sticks and rocks, There was a puzzle to opening it apparently, but the dream decided to cut to inside the building, which was a wide, deep and dark hole with a stairway leading down along the edge.

At the bottom, it opened out to the street outside my home again, focusing on the garden of a neighbour. There was a comedy show being filmed here, involving people trying to escape from my neighbour's house without getting spotted.

I awoke before that could progress any farther.

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Thoughts and Observations:

Pretty fractured dream, this.

Survival TV show... egads it's like my brain was on some kind of reality TV bender. The shame.

What a lousy prize, too. A big empty hole. Whoopee.

Not much to really say about this one. Pretty boring dream.

Fairy Clock of Death

Original date: 3rd Jan, 2017.
Taken from Physical Dream Journal.

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In this dream, I recall initially trying to hide a plastic bag full of bottles of booze from someone referred to in the notebook only as "Scary Neighbour", who was naturally chasing me to get their drink back. If it WAS their drink, I'm not sure, hah.

Anyway, I ran round the corner to my friend GC's place and rapped on the door, hoping that he or someone else in the house would hear and answer before Scary Neighbour found me. Eventually the door opened and I rather rudely shoved my way inside, offering a brief description of what was happening. GC showed me into the first room, rolling back the carpet and showing a small trapdoor sitting just infront of where the radiator sat. It was a pretty old fashioned looking trapdoor; wooden plank door with a large, iron ring for a handle. He opened it and slid a ladder down to let me climb in and hide.

Below, everything was almost pitch black, with only the light from above allowing me to see immediate surroundings, The walls were made of rough, red brickwork, and it appeared that the area below the house comprised of narrow corridors. On the walls were shelves of random things; toys, clothes, kitchen impliments, etc.

Suddenly the front door was being banged and I could hear Scary Neighbour screaming and threatening violence on the other side, and GC closed the trapdoor, telling me to be quiet whilst he tried to take control of the situation above. As the door closed, the area plunged into absolute darkness, and I found myself fumbling around in the dark, trying to find something to make some light with. I found a small torch, probably from the shelves, and turned it on, but the light it produced was dim and offered next to no visual aid.

In a bout of forgetting the situation at hand, I called up to get GC to open the door again, as the darkness was frankly getting more than a bit disturbing. Naturally, Scary Neighbour heard me and started shoving around up there to try and get to me,

Next, both GC and I are running through the maze like corridors below the house, with Scary Neighbour in tow. I don't know how long we ran about like that, before we reached a sudden opening, allowing bright light into the area. Naturally we head toward it, and come to a sort of veranda, overlooking a somewhat idyllic scene below.

The sky was bright and blue, with thin clouds drifting past. Below that was a wide river, fenced off on either side. The side closest to us had a dusty footpath, and some benches lined up to allow viewing both the river and the scenery on the other side, which comprised of much greenery; trees and such, as well as a ridiculously huge looking building. It was made of what looked like white marble, gleaming almost painfully in the bright surroundings. In the centre was a large, golden tower with a distinct pattern. At the top there was an oval, black decal with a simple, white, woman's head in profile in the centre. It looked something like a stretched penny. Below that was a simple, albeit large, analogue clock. Its face was white, with some simple black lines denoting the cardinal points. Below that, the pattern repeated, but in reverse, like a reflextion. Both the clock and the 'stretched penny' were upside down.

The times on both clocks were different, and dream logic told me that this was the "Fairy Clock". Each of the clock faces had a meaning:
Top clock: This is the exact time you were born
Bottom clock: This is the exact time you will die.
There were nothing indicating dates, worryingly.

I had a strong feeling that I had seen this odd building before, in a previous dream ( though I have no actual recollection of this, but who knows! Also aparently I was lucid for this brief moment ), and that it was a malevolent entity.

I tried the old dream trick of closing my eyes briefly to see how things changed, but oddly, the clock faces remained exactly the same. I tried a few more times but had the same results.

GC then suggested that we should flee because he too was getting disturbed by the building.

Turning back, the tunnels were now gone and replaced by a very wide road that was empty of traffic, but OF COURSE as soon as I started to cross it, I felt something ( I blamed the clock in the dream ) cause my legs to become like lead and an army of trucks started thundering my way.

GC managed to deflect them in some way that I forget, now, but the scene repeated itself several times, before I eventually just woke up.

Thoughts and Observations

Death Clocks. Pff. It's like my brain travelled back 10 years to when things like that were popular on the internet.
I did an absolutely terrible job describing what it looked like, here. I'll have to edit in a doodle of it at some point.
Seems about right to start updating this place again with a light nightmare. Go brain.

Actually, whilst I'm on that subject; Brain, what the hell? Stealing someone's booze? Just... why was that even a thing. No wonder the neighbour was fuming. XD

From the Depths of Inactivity

It's been literally YEARS since I last updated this. Lots of things have happened; mostly not related to writing down dreams, so I don't feel the need to go into it on this blog. All the same, though, I'm kind of surprised this old thing still exists. I've been looking over some of these old posts and part of me is thinking 'brain, what is wrong with you'.

The other part is thinking 'never change, you old lump of grey matter, you'.

...I think I'm going to try and start this up again. My dream recall has been abysmal over the years, and I feel the need to do something about it. Practice makes perfect and all that!

That said, as I don't currently have home internet, updates may take the form of bulk uploads when I find the time to do them. Hurm.

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May or may not delete this post later, we'll see. For now it can serve as a reminder to myself that I intend to do the above. As opposed to, I don't know, look at cat pictures.

New House. Again.

Once again I was dreaming about moving to my own house. And once again I prove that I should probably not be allowed to house hunt. >>;

In this instance, the house seemed to be on the ground floor in the middle of Glasgow City Centre. It looked like, from my view within the building, that it was somewhere near the Sauchihall pedestrians' precinct. The entranceway was more like that of a shop, the entire wall and door made of glass and making it very easy to see what was inside. In this case, it was the bathroom, which, even in the dream, I felt was a really stupid idea.

Of course somehow I still decided the house was still worth taking, lack of bathroom privacy or non...

The bathroom itself was rather spacious, with pine linoleum flooring and a really, really big bath at one side. I don't recall any other furniture in there, though. It was also very light, possibly thanks to the window/wall entrance.

Exploring a little further inside the house, I found that, despite being on the ground floor, there was a downward stairway somewhere down the back of the hallway. It was dark and kind of dingy looking, the stairs were dark grey and looking worn from years of use, and the walls were really dark green. It led to a nondescript door that had a large window above it, letting in a lot less light than a window probably should ( especially given the one in the bathroom... ).

The door was unlocked, so I opened it and peered out to the other side. It seemed to lead to a basic veranda, with blue painted railings. It was also noticeably high up, like I was standing somewhere in the middle of a high rise flat. From the colour of the sky, it seemed to be around dusk, and in the distance, little orange lights began to dot the scenery as streetlights were being switched on.

I stayed there for a while, just watching the horizon from my vantage point. I'm not sure when he appeared, but at some point, an old man decided to join me, and we had a long conversation about... well, I can't actually remember anything of it, I admit, but we seemed to be pretty involved in it, whatever it was. I also noticed around then that every so often, the building would sway a little, which was a bit disconcerting. I'm sure we probably discussed this, but, again, I don't remember.

I went back inside after a bit, up into the hallway. On the ground, beside the door leading to the bathroom, I saw the sorriest looking little dog I've ever seen. It looked like a Yorkshire terrier, but had lost most of its fur. It was curled up by the door, shivering and looking scared. I decided to pet it, and try to calm it down, which seemed to work a bit, as it stopped shaking. The old man was still there, and said that it was his dog, and I shouldn't worry as that was normal behaviour for it.

I clearly remember him saying its name was Collywobble.

The dream seemed to shift at that point, and I was in another room of the house. Now my mother was here, and we were exploring these barrels that were lined up against a wall. The room itself was very large, almost like a warehouse in size. It was also apparently night time, now.

I don't remember much about this part, past the word Collywoggle was used a few more times, and I think there was a duck involved somewhere.

The dream then changed to me being on the bus home. It was coming up to a set of lights that I usually use as a landmark to remind myself that the stop is soon. I got up and stood by the entrance, and the bus moved on, over a railway bridge. About halfway across the bridge, everything suddenly stopped, and the bus dropped silently into a pure black pit.

This segment repeated itself two or three times before the bus reached the stop and I got off, thoroughly confused about just what the heck happened.

I think I woke up not long after this part.

Thoughts and Observations

... my dream self is just not very good at this. XD
The swaying building part was actually kind of creepy, if I remember right. Just standing there, then suddenly that sensation you get when an elevator moves, only it was side to side, instead of up and down.

I wish I could remember conversations more often in dreams. Usually they lead to all sorts of interesting subjects, but once I wake up, it's generally all gone, save for a few random bits here and there. I wonder if there is a way to practice getting better at that. Hmm...

Collywobble is a funny word. XD

The bus part might have been scary if it stayed in the pit, instead of retrying a few times before finally succeeding and reaching its stop. As it was, it was merely a 'what the heck was that o_O' moment. No-one else on the vehicle seemed remotely bothered. Not even the driver. XD

Sparkles and Twin Plane Crash

Not much I can recall from last night. I've been having a lot of trouble sleeping in general this past while, so that's why I haven't been updating. :(

Anyway;

I dreamt about finding a telescope in a concealed area of my room, that doesn't actually exist in reality, and decided to give it a test whirl that night. Apparently I knew it was going to be a full moon that night, so thought I'd see if I could get my camera to focus through the scope and get some close up image of the moon's surface.

It was then suddenly night and I was in the livingroom, pointing the telescope at the sky. The moon was out and there was no clouds to obscure its view. The moon itself had an interesting, sparkly border around it, made of what looked like little crystals.

Like this, only less rushed looking...

I tried to take some photographs of it, though I can't recall now if I was successful or not. The next thing I knew was that it was morning, and I was in the kitchen helping gran get her morning cuppa, when I heard a loud rumbling sound outside. I went to investigate, peering through the windows in the livingroom, and saw two giant aeroplanes flying close enough together for their wings interlock with one another. They were also flying in a noticable downward trajectory and it became alarmingly evident that they were about to crash.

I ran back into the kitchen to try and get gran out, incase they damage the building, but I could see from the kitchen window that they had passed overhead and were about to hit the buildings across the backyards. Which still wasn't very far away.

I woke up around that part, so I don't know what happened next.

Thoughts and Observations:
Sparkles bedamned. I hate drawing them, they always look crap. XD
Anyway, I really did find a telescope in a back room a few nights ago, but it wasn't in some special area that doesn't exist ( and I can't actually remember where that area was, other than... it doesn't exist *laughs* ). I haven't tried to use it, and I certainly haven't considered sticking my camera up against it. ... well, I suppose I have, now, if this dream is anything to go by.

Brain, stop coming up with stupid ideas.

Plane crashes is an annoying theme that crops up from time to time. I've had these dreams all my life, and they're usually one brand of stupid or another. They don't often scare me, though. Usually there's this 'oh god a plane's coming aaah' bit, then I either forget about it and dream about something else, or I wake up. Of course there are the exceptions, but, yeah. Silly theme.

I wonder if I saw a movie or a news report about a plane crash as a kid and it just... stuck with me. *shrugs*