Crazy Dreaming
Something which I suppose is interesting about me, is that I’m a lucid dreamer. I don’t think I get enough of that deep sleep stuff which is when you’re actually getting proper rest. I dream a lot. Sometimes I can control it. If I don’t like my dream, I’m aware I’m asleep and usually I’ll fly off and change my dream.
I think I’ll start noting down my dreams. Last night’s was interesting. Well one of the dreams I had last night was. I had a few.
In this dream ended up with me racing against random people. Some people were in cars some were running, taking various routes to get to this place. I was running. For some reason we were racing around the streets where my mum lives, and where I grew up. Eventually the final destination turned out to be inside this building, and turned into a kind of assault course. I overtook Alan Rickman on that bit. Then it turned out the reason we were getting to the building was for an award ceremony. There was a stage where all the peopel sat who were up for getting these awards and the queen was a special guest, issuing the awards. My mum was there. There was performances going on and stuff and I was still waiting to get my award. I realised that everyone else was dressed smart and I was somehow duped into going topless. Which soon turned into a massive baggy vest, which still struggled to cover my assets. So I asked my mum to quickly sneak to my bag, which was on the stage where people were performing, and get my my hoodie. She went to get it. She turned into some random asian guy, who then turned into Stephen Fry. He couldn’t find my hoodie so he gave me a spare shirt, tie and jacket of his. Which was massive. But really comfy. I was still waiting for my award but my mum got fed up waiting and went home and left me there.
I reckon I can translate a lot of that dream into meaning, but it would be a lot of waffle and noone would be interested.
I have some odd dreams though.
