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Showing posts with label house numbers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label house numbers. Show all posts

Wednesday, 20 July 2011

In pursuit of happiness...

Oh how I wish I had the skills to really convey my dreams, so that others could come close to understanding how I experience them. 

Sometimes, the dream almost has a texture to it. Sometimes I feel so immersed and involved in it and other times I'm a confused, bewildered observer, being dragged along with events totally out of my control. 

Last night I was very much immersed in it. It felt just as real as now. 

I was walking through a city. It was a bright, gleaming city. It was busy, bustling and I had a sense that everyone in it was happy, wealthy and comfortable in life. 

As I walked through the city with a group of people, it got gradually less bright, less busy and eventually started to get rather run down. 

I found myself apologising to the group which was getting smaller in number as we went along, for what had become a filthy, seedy, quite scary part of town. I remember there was an arcade full of people sleeping rough and taking drugs. Also a row of boarded up shops with very dodgy looking people hanging around and staring at us.  One of them had three vicious looking dogs straining on a lead, growling and snarling in our direction.  There was litter everywhere. 

I looked back, but the nicer part of town could only be seen through a sort of haze...much like the effect of heat coming off a road on a very hot day. 

Everything looked distant and slightly unreal and I just knew I couldn't go back. 

My mother suddenly appeared telling me I must go to my uncle's house. She showed me a map with a line drawn between where we were and his house. I could tell that it was about 7 miles and that it involved going over Caerphilly mountain. 

She wouldn't let me have the map though and said I had to find my own way. I asked for the postcode for satnav and she said CV37 1LP

I told her I knew that wasn't right but she insisted it was. I asked for the number of the house but she would only give me the clue....'think of water'.

I had the feeling she didn't want me to find it and was being deliberately obstructive!

I remembered I had my uncle's address in my contacts anyway so just thanked her and set off. 

I know some other people were still with me....maybe 2 or 3, but I don't know who.  We all set off driving over Caerphilly mountain. It was far more barren and isolated than in real life. There was a low lying mist and sounds from odd animals. It was also getting dark and the whole thing felt eerie but exciting. 

I remember thinking that I felt especially clean!(!?)!

We eventually got there and parked on my uncle's street. It was a steep street full of smart terraced houses with brightly coloured front doors. We started to look for number 45 (not the number he lives at in real life), but the numbers were out of order and kept moving from one house to another. 

We eventually went to a house that had numbers 23, 45 and 71 on it.  I knocked and a red haired woman I didn't know answered. I thought I had got the wrong house but she said she was the 'pre Pat' and that it was the right house. 

I suddenly noticed it had been raining and I was soaked. I had an overwhelming sense of exhaustion and relief come over me and wanted to cry. It was a feeling of having been lost and then realising you're home. 

I walked in to find that 'pre Pat' had indeed changed into someone I knew. My family were there along with an old lady I didn't recognise, but somehow knew I was very special to her and that she had been waiting for me a long time. 

I ran and gave her a huge hug, apologising for getting her wet. She touched my wet hair and said she didn't care because she would always love me exactly as I am no matter what. 

I can't explain how it made me feel....like I could finally stop struggling and fighting and just relax, be myself and be looked after and loved. It was as though I was a child again  I felt so happy I didn't really want to wake up!! ;-)

PS a private message to someone....just noticed this morning how many freckles are on my shoulders!

Monday, 6 June 2011

Water? Oh and a lack of clothing...again!

I was in work, but as ever, it was nothing like my actual office; it was a cross between an office building, a school and a library.  

I needed the photocopier and as I went up towards it, I noticed that the door had been left open and the part that fills with water was overly full and leaking.  In my dream, the photocopier was actually a tumble drier.

I was trying to take the bit out to empty the water but it was jammed and the more I yanked at it the more water sloshed everywhere making a right mess.  I decided to go to find another and walked into an empty area of the office and sat down leaning against a wall.

A bloke appeared round the corner looking for someone and he was very shocked to see such an empty space and wondered if he was in the right place.  I said I would show him round to where they were all sitting and I became aware that all I had on was a pink silk waist slip which was pulled up over my boobs.

The bloke commented on my lack of clothes and I explained that it was perfectly normal for me and sometimes I wore no clothes at all as the office got so hot.  He laughed and asked if he could see me later on.  He was clearly joking and I joked back that I would meet him outside after work.

I noticed that I had a broken gum shield in my hand so I decided to go to main reception to report it.  I found my way to the main reception but then noticed that the building had completely changed so I was unable to find my way back and decided to go home.

My husband was waiting outside in the car to take me to view a house.  Despite being in a car we walked to it.

It was a tiny ramshackle run down stone cottage and we had a huge key to get in.  There was an estate agent who kept standing in front of things that were particularly bad but in the end he went and left us to it.

I noticed that there were lots of holes in the roof and that water was pouring in like a waterfall.  As we stood watching the water filling the house, we could see the walls giving way and the floor being eroded.  Despite this we stood there and discussed buying it!

In the end however we decided against it as it was just a bit too much work for us, so I went back to work where the bloke was waiting for me wearing my pink slip and I looked down and noticed my clothes had been washed off and I was naked.  I felt slightly uncomfortable (!!!!!!) about this so decided to stick leaves to myself which stayed on because I was so wet!

Thursday, 14 April 2011

Jumping house numbers and porcelain faces...

So here is my first entry :)  My dream from last night.........and as I went to bed well after midnight I know I dreamt this in the early hours of this morning.


I was tucked up in bed, but the bed was outside in the middle of a field.  There were three people present, two friends (male) and the newly acquired girlfriend of one of them.  I chatted to the two friends but whenever I looked towards the woman, she disappeared, like a faint star that you can only see out of the corner of your eye, but disappears if you look straight at it.

We all had to leave then and at last she came over; I could see her now and I noticed that her face was made of porcelain.  She spoke to me but neither her lips, nor any part of her face moved as she did so.  I felt an enormous urge to hug her and apologise for not speaking to her earlier, so I did.  A most heartfelt hug.

Then we were all walking around the streets of some town, where we urgently had to find number 107 in a row of terraced houses that gently bent around, making a complete circle that was designed to look square!

The numbers on the houses were not only not in any order whatsoever, but every few minutes the numbers would ease themselves off the doors, sprout little wings and gleefully fly off, mixing themselves up completely and landing on a completely different door.

This made the task of finding number 107 impossible and when I turned to speak to my friends I noticed that all three of them now had porcelain faces.  At the same time I noticed that I had no skirt, trousers or shoes on, so I decided that the best thing to do was to go in to number 49 and have a bath.