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Last night's dream started with me in a bath (again) but there were others in the bathroom with me and we were chatting. 

My sister suddenly realised my dad had money and went tearing out to find him. I put on pyjamas that looked like this... 

...(you're spoilt with a photo today!) and ran after her, to try to persuade her to leave him alone. 

We didn't find Dad, but we were sat with Mam and I suggested that as I was now single (?!) my sister and I could live together. 

Can I just stop a moment to do this.......?

AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Thank you.  


If you knew how it went last time we lived together you'd understand.  ;-)

Anyway.....back to the dream.... I had a premonition within the dream, of the house we'd live in. It was gorgeous and all the doors were absolutely, stunningly beautiful stained glass but had no wall above them so the top couple of foot of the entire ground floor was open plan....if you see what I mean? :-/

I also had a premonition, (also known as a certainty), that she wouldn't pay her part of the rent. My whole premonition then got encased in blue glass (?!) and I told my sister and mother I'd buy a house on my own instead. 

At that moment my phone rang. The screen was unusually artistic and decorative; I answered and it was Roy telling me he'd read my blog and thought it was part of a book. 

Although he was ringing me I also knew he was upstairs, so I went looking for him, but when I got there it had turned into the back offices of Cardiff City Hall. 

I bumped into a girl and realised it was a younger version of myself wearing a purple jumper. 

We got chatting and 'she' told me she had 'sticky blood disorder' and had to take thinning drugs or she could die. 

I told her that I knew a girl who'd had that once and that she'd tragically died in her 20s....her name was Dawn. 

As I looked at her again, I realised it wasn't a younger version of me. It was actually Dawn and I was back in time, to the week before she died. 

I explained this and she thanked me, saying I had saved her life. To show her appreciation, she gave me a bra made of miniature angels that could only speak Welsh. 

If I leant right back and thrust my boobs out, they would lift me off the ground singing hymns in Welsh as they did so. 

And that's it.  Um....I must apologise for my subconscious mind's recent obsession with bras!!

Discombobulation...

Oh dear another marathon dreaming session!

Right then....it all started with me driving my friend Jules in my Austin Mini.  We were lost somewhere in the West Country, trying to find Bath.  I would be driving along on a normal road and the surroundings would suddenly dissolve around me and turn into a place that was all isolated and weed infested and looked like a disused airfield.

In the end, I remembered that I had an app on my phone which allowed me to locate other Mini drivers to ask directions.  Following directions from the app, I found a street which was solely occupied by Mini drivers (the old classic Minis) and they were the only cars parked there...there were dozens of them.  I realised that I actually was in Bath anyway so I just parked next to them.

We went to a pub and while I was at the bar a man was chatting my friend up.  He kept looking at me and called me her guard dog! I made a mental note to get annoyed with him later on, then went to order my drink, only to realise that the barman was Gwyn, except he had a rainbow instead of a face!

He asked me if I wanted some drugs.  I didn't think I did, but I said yes because I thought it would make me look cool(!)

The next thing I remember, I was sat on the floor attached to Gwyn's leg.  I was also aware that I would be having sex with him later on and that also there was some sort of orgy arranged which I was being paid £45 for!

I looked up at him and he still had a rainbow for a face.  I tried to stand up but I was completely attached to his leg.  

I noticed that there were lots of women dancing and as they danced they were taking their clothes off.  Unfortunately for the men there, they were not fit young women, but very elderly women.  It was much more like a disco at an OAP naturist gathering, than anything remotely erotic.

That dream seems to end there and in a separate dream, I was queuing up to go to weight-watchers in a shed, in a car park somewhere and there was also a queue for slimming world.  I kept swapping queues and I got all confused and upset and didn't know what to do, so I ran away and ended up walking down a never ending road in a desert.  There was a child there who kept telling me to ask it (don't know if it was a girl or a boy) questions to test it for a quiz or an exam.

I was getting annoyed that I couldn't think of enough questions and just wanted to be left alone really, so I picked up a rock and found 1972 under it.  I jumped in and went to Pearce's shop, to ask for tinza beer.  I was clutching a sixpence in my hand and it made me happy.

Is it just me or are they getting weirder?!

A psychiatrist would have a field day with this one...:-/

I was at a multi person counselling session in a large untidy bathroom. The counsellor was a man. Being counselled was myself, another woman and a man. 

In addition, the session was 'hosted' by Janet Dibley(!) who manned a pretend shop in the corner to observe what people bought and how they reacted to being given the wrong change. 

The counsellor asked a general question and I answered, but he shushed me saying it was someone else's turn and that I always answered and didn't know when people had had enough of me! 

I felt dreadful and went quiet. The other woman answered and I wandered off. 

The other man had been hiding in a pile of dirty laundry but he'd gone off somewhere so I took his place. I thought that the counsellor would coax me back out but he didn't. 

After a while I went to the pretend shop to buy chocolate but it was so 'pretend' that there was nothing there at all. Just Janet Dibley. 

She asked me what I would buy if there was a real shop so I said chocolate, but she said she didn't have any. I frowned and didn't understand the point of it all. 

She told me to buy a newspaper. I said I didn't want one but she pretended to pick one up and handed it to me. 

I didn't do anything and she started to shout at me to take it so I reached out and pretended to take it. 

She then said 'that's a pound please' so I pretended to give her a pound but she got cross saying 'real money moron'. 

I sighed and gave her a tenner. She gave me three pound back. 

I asked for all my change and she scribbled some notes before giving me another eight pounds. 

I walked off counting it then turned back saying she'd given me too much now. Again she made notes. 

Finally I had the right money and wanted to leave but as I did she looked at my imaginary paper and pointed, screaming out that I'd bought the Sun. 

Everyone ran out of the room in horror and I got more and more exasperated so decided to join in with the madness. I imagined the paper turning into chocolate and ate it. 

I left the bathroom feeling I'd somehow had a little success. It was now a normal sized room in my house at night. 

As I came out I noticed someone stood in the doorway of the bedroom next to the bathroom. They were talking to a man who was lying in bed. He was telling them all sorts of interesting things (not sure how I knew this) but I wasn't allowed to hear. 

So I went upstairs to bed. 

Once in my room my sister was there. I felt uncomfortable and looked down to see blood spurting out of my body all over the place. 

My sister looked at me in disgust and said she couldn't believe I hadn't sorted myself out while I was in the bathroom.  I asked if she'd go down to get stuff to help me but she just laughed. 

My mother appeared, looked at me and sighed, shaking her head.  She told me I should know better and would have to pay for a new carpet. 

She then went again, closely followed by my sister. I could hear them moaning about me as they walked off saying some people didn't know when they weren't wanted and hung around like a bad smell. 

I remember thinking I was having a bit of a bad day. 

PS sorry. I did try to have an 'interesting' dream ;-)