All sorts of everything...

...happened in my dreams last night!

It was quite the opposite of the night before, which was pretty much like reading a story; last night was more like flicking through several strange magazines but never finishing any of the articles!

There was a bit where I was due to be going away somewhere and everyone else was ready and sitting in the car waiting for me, but I hadn't even started packing.  So I was rushing round trying to pack everything and the main problem seemed to be my make up.  There was far too much of it and it was scattered all over the place.  I also had to remember which item, did which thing in photoshop (oh if only I COULD photoshop my face)! :-D

I was in a room which I can only best describe as a pottery classroom!  There was a youngish bloke sat diagonally opposite me and he seemed to be having the same problems as I was... exactly.  If he sneezed, I sneezed, if he banged his head, so would I.  I commented on this and he was sulkily silent.  Just throwing me a filthy look!

My boss came up and asked me how I was getting on with photoshop (as you can tell this is my current obsession....makes a change from sex!) and I explained there was a lot to it and it was hard and she would have to be patient.

I noticed that all my make up was buried inside some clay and I hated the feeling of my fingernails being full of putty as I got busy digging it out.

In another bit of the dream, my stomach and boobs were huge.....much bigger even than in real life.  I lay on the settee and both my stomach and boobs were spread out in front of me.  People all came over to lie on me, using my stomach as a mattress and my boobs as pillows, declaring it all the most comfortable surface they had ever been on.  Many people also bounced my boobs around and put their face into them, burying and shaking their head around!

My mother came over and told me off for flaunting myself and covered me over with artex!

In another bit, a really attractive friend of mine was sitting at work being waxed by another girl as her face was completely covered in black hair.  I remember seeing that the girl had gone too far and removed her eyebrows too but I decided against saying anything!

Then.....(yes there's plenty more!) there was a bit where there were three people standing in the middle of the road which reminded me of Coombs Avenue in Worcester.  They were arguing about the periodic table! They all disagreed on how many elements there were but then another man walked over to say that he had discovered more so there were now 103.78!!  A woman argued that he couldn't possibly discover such a thing, but he explained it in a very scientific way and managed to convince them!

Then finally, there was a bit with a lift that was darting around up and down several floors and people were randomly getting in and out on different floors with no real purpose.  I kept waiting for an empty lift because I found the other people very annoying, but there was never an empty lift.  I suddenly had a box full of odd looking bottles of perfume.  They all had faces on of people I knew or had known in the past.  

When I opened them and sniffed them, instead of a smell I got an overwhelmingly strong emotion.  Some were lovely and happy and some were horrible, full of regret or very sad.

Each one had a photo on of the person and were named as the person's first name (e.g. 'ADE') and I passed the time by guessing before sniffing, what emotion I would have when I sniffed it.

I got totally wrapped up in this and very emotional, so when I eventually looked up at the lifts they had all been marked 'out of use' and I was trapped  as there were no stairs.

:-/

Who'd argue over me!?.....

Well no one!  But this is a dream ;-)

My husband and I were walking through Cardiff past a very tall, posh looking apartment block. I noticed a car driving along the roof and somehow recognised my friend Ann driving. 

In the dream I remembered her saying that she lived in such a place and that she had her own parking space on the roof.  Both my husband and I looked carefully at the interestingly shaped building and couldn't see how on earth cars could get up there, so concluded there must be something clever going on round the back. 

When I looked up again and waved to Ann, I saw there was a party in full swing. Everyone was dressed in a most provocative and unusual way and from what we could see it was clear it was a fancy dress sex party/orgy. 

Ann waved at us and beckoned for us to go up. My husband didn't want to and said we'd come out to go shopping but I wanted to go and said it would be a bit of fun. 

In the end I went on my own and as I went up in the glass lift, I could see that each floor had its own roof. 

I also seemed to acquire an appropriate outfit whilst in the lift, which I'd best not describe for fear of upsetting certain people that may be reading!  

Once up there, I saw two men I knew, but who seemed to know each other...which surprised me. One was a friend (M) and the other I can only presume was a figment of my imagination. 

They seemed to be arguing and I remember thinking 'uh-oh' as I tried desperately to back away and run back downstairs before they saw me... but it was too late. 

Suddenly the three of us were on a beach on Pendine sands. We could see that thousands of people were trying to get to the sea but were being held back by police. 

We were the only three allowed on the beach. In one direction was a never ending crowd of people pushing hard to try to get past the police and in the other direction, the sea. In between was a huge sandy beach with only us on it... and the open top car we were stood next to. 

The two men were arguing over who owned me and the argument seemed to involve bedsheets stained with blood which were being waved around angrily. I sat in the car with an overwhelming feeling of helplessness and that this would not end well. 

I noticed there were three mattresses on the floor in an allotment which had appeared on the beach nearby and I wanted to go to sleep but as I tried to walk away, both men grabbed an arm without even looking at me or stopping their argument. 

Eventually they decided to try to coax me to pick one or the other and each one opened a trunk to show me items to represent how my life would be as their slave. 

I had better not describe the items!  

I chose one trunk not knowing who it belonged to, but the argument broke out again and this time it seemed to be about shaving. 

I suddenly realised that the crowd had broken through and were running towards us, so I started the car and drove off with both men hanging on being pulled behind. The crowd were impossibly fast and I drove faster and faster until I realised I was heading for the sea and couldn't stop.