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Feb. 28th, 2009 09:49 amdreamt of kittens just now. ginger ones.
they were by a canal... i picked one up and took it home
they were by a canal... i picked one up and took it home
time for jeamland
Feb. 8th, 2009 11:08 pmnormally when i sleep i don't remember any of my dreams longer than 20 seconds after i awake, but thursday night's one is still with me.
i dreamt of trying to get to the toilet in my flatmate's old house so i could empty my bladder...
my subconscious had seen fit not only to bestow the bathroom with a table, but to also place about 5 young cats of various different colours/markings in its immediate vicinity. the cats, which were milling around in an excited manner, caught my attention and meant that i didn't notice the snake until i was almost right on top of it.
it was quite large and most definitely hostile. i wasn't sure whether it was venomous, although its aggressive demeanour was sufficient to drive me back out into the hallway, after my attempts at creeping round it proved unsuccessful.
....
returning to the bathroom, painfully aware of my bladder, the first thing apparent to me was the increase in the rooms cat population, now up to 7 or 8. they noticed me at the doorway and some of them tried climbing my legs sinking their claws into my trousers to support themselves.
the pain of their claws piercing my skin was familiar; the kittens we'd had in coventry had enjoyed playing the exact same game... as those memories fluttered through my head i finally noticed the snake sliding silently towards me across the floor.
i only just managed to leap out of the path of its strike as the fucker tried to bite me! my hasty retreat back to the safety of the landing signaled both the end of my dream, and, much to my annoyance, my return to the land of the conscious. the burning need to take a piss the only constant in both worlds.
i dreamt of trying to get to the toilet in my flatmate's old house so i could empty my bladder...
my subconscious had seen fit not only to bestow the bathroom with a table, but to also place about 5 young cats of various different colours/markings in its immediate vicinity. the cats, which were milling around in an excited manner, caught my attention and meant that i didn't notice the snake until i was almost right on top of it.
it was quite large and most definitely hostile. i wasn't sure whether it was venomous, although its aggressive demeanour was sufficient to drive me back out into the hallway, after my attempts at creeping round it proved unsuccessful.
....
returning to the bathroom, painfully aware of my bladder, the first thing apparent to me was the increase in the rooms cat population, now up to 7 or 8. they noticed me at the doorway and some of them tried climbing my legs sinking their claws into my trousers to support themselves.
the pain of their claws piercing my skin was familiar; the kittens we'd had in coventry had enjoyed playing the exact same game... as those memories fluttered through my head i finally noticed the snake sliding silently towards me across the floor.
i only just managed to leap out of the path of its strike as the fucker tried to bite me! my hasty retreat back to the safety of the landing signaled both the end of my dream, and, much to my annoyance, my return to the land of the conscious. the burning need to take a piss the only constant in both worlds.
last night's excursion into the surreal saw me living in a building on the edge of some nondescript wasteland.
outside my window was a fence, marking the border between the property and the semi-forested hilly expanse of land that lay beyond it. there were things piled up against the fence in white boxes and even some shelves that had been fastened to it.
i was living in what i presume was some post apocalyptic deserted world; a desolate place with only one or two other people anywhere near me.
i'd been out shooting with one of the guns that had been left by some of the previous tenants of my building. when a man turned up in a car, obviously looking to loot the property... i chased him off, taking pot shots at him as he left.
having vanquished this interloper, i decided to check on the weaponry available to me.
at this point, i woke up.
then, after a short period trying to return to jeamland i was readmitted
the world had changed from being sparsely populated into one that more closely resembled this one. i was at a train station, looking to purchase a lock for my bike before we caught the train.
wandering around the shop in the station which looked like the home-improvement section of a wilkinsons except split over several levels, which was odd given the total floorspace of the shop must've been somewhere between 300 & 500 ft.
i eventually found a shop assistant and asked her where i could find the locks. she took me across the store to where the locks should've been and announced that she'd have to check with the manager as there didn't appear to be any on display.
alexei sayle wandered over and she asked him where the locks were. he said, "we're sold out, but there's one up in the canteen this customer can have. come with me"
so, the shop assistant and myself followed the legendary comedian around the labyrinthine corridors that linked the shop floor to the staff canteen on one of the floors above. on the way, i was attempting to explain to the girl how her boss was one of the founding fathers of alternative comedy and how he'd been the compere for the comedy store.
alexei overheard this and gave me a knowing look as we walked into the canteen. there were a lot of people here. somewhere in the region of 50, which for a small hardware shop inside a station struck me as being so many as to be suspicious.
i followed the undersized suit wearing liverpudlian around the canteen, effectively working our way anticlockwise so that alexei could grab the lock from the kitchen.
whilst waiting for him, i looked out the window onto the scene below us, and well, imagine my surprise when i realised i was looking down at the same fence from my earlier dream.
the shock of this alone was enough to wake me.
fin
ps whose number is this 07737 802 403 ?
outside my window was a fence, marking the border between the property and the semi-forested hilly expanse of land that lay beyond it. there were things piled up against the fence in white boxes and even some shelves that had been fastened to it.
i was living in what i presume was some post apocalyptic deserted world; a desolate place with only one or two other people anywhere near me.
i'd been out shooting with one of the guns that had been left by some of the previous tenants of my building. when a man turned up in a car, obviously looking to loot the property... i chased him off, taking pot shots at him as he left.
having vanquished this interloper, i decided to check on the weaponry available to me.
at this point, i woke up.
then, after a short period trying to return to jeamland i was readmitted
the world had changed from being sparsely populated into one that more closely resembled this one. i was at a train station, looking to purchase a lock for my bike before we caught the train.
wandering around the shop in the station which looked like the home-improvement section of a wilkinsons except split over several levels, which was odd given the total floorspace of the shop must've been somewhere between 300 & 500 ft.
i eventually found a shop assistant and asked her where i could find the locks. she took me across the store to where the locks should've been and announced that she'd have to check with the manager as there didn't appear to be any on display.
alexei sayle wandered over and she asked him where the locks were. he said, "we're sold out, but there's one up in the canteen this customer can have. come with me"
so, the shop assistant and myself followed the legendary comedian around the labyrinthine corridors that linked the shop floor to the staff canteen on one of the floors above. on the way, i was attempting to explain to the girl how her boss was one of the founding fathers of alternative comedy and how he'd been the compere for the comedy store.
alexei overheard this and gave me a knowing look as we walked into the canteen. there were a lot of people here. somewhere in the region of 50, which for a small hardware shop inside a station struck me as being so many as to be suspicious.
i followed the undersized suit wearing liverpudlian around the canteen, effectively working our way anticlockwise so that alexei could grab the lock from the kitchen.
whilst waiting for him, i looked out the window onto the scene below us, and well, imagine my surprise when i realised i was looking down at the same fence from my earlier dream.
the shock of this alone was enough to wake me.
fin
ps whose number is this 07737 802 403 ?
bike dreams
Oct. 4th, 2007 11:15 amdreamt about riding my bike again last night.
i was turning circles to and fro around what appeared to be the grass inside of a running track. the weirdest thing was that in jeamland, direct drive has a lag to it... the resultant skids were pretty.
also in the dream i had an even larger chain ring on the crankset and a means of hopping the chain from the normal one to this "overdrive" one. 40 mph on a bike, even in a dream, is a scary speed to be going.
i was turning circles to and fro around what appeared to be the grass inside of a running track. the weirdest thing was that in jeamland, direct drive has a lag to it... the resultant skids were pretty.
also in the dream i had an even larger chain ring on the crankset and a means of hopping the chain from the normal one to this "overdrive" one. 40 mph on a bike, even in a dream, is a scary speed to be going.
had a strangely vivid dream last night/this morning...
M, lucy and I were still living in the same flat, except there were a couple of alternative looking spanish/french girls who also lived with us [their room was at the bottom of our stairs].
they'd gone on holiday when we were moving in and when they returned, they stopped in the living room to chat to us before unpacking. i remember uttering the words "wow, those are some kick ass back packs! i have many bag envy" **
they made some comment about the place looking very lived in and then lucy asked them where they'd been.
then, before they could regale us with tales of their travels, I woke up. weird.
** obviously even my jeamtime conversational skills suck the testicles of monkeys
M, lucy and I were still living in the same flat, except there were a couple of alternative looking spanish/french girls who also lived with us [their room was at the bottom of our stairs].
they'd gone on holiday when we were moving in and when they returned, they stopped in the living room to chat to us before unpacking. i remember uttering the words "wow, those are some kick ass back packs! i have many bag envy" **
they made some comment about the place looking very lived in and then lucy asked them where they'd been.
then, before they could regale us with tales of their travels, I woke up. weird.
** obviously even my jeamtime conversational skills suck the testicles of monkeys
i dreamt this morning [around 6am] that i was a girl, i was tall, lithe and had long light brown dreadlocks...
i was at school/ college and spent most of the dream rushing to and from the girls stalls as i was suffering from diarrhoea... my pink pants were ruined, and i was embarrassed about going to the nurse.
this worries me
i was at school/ college and spent most of the dream rushing to and from the girls stalls as i was suffering from diarrhoea... my pink pants were ruined, and i was embarrassed about going to the nurse.
this worries me
