I feel like I was dreaming the entire night (and certainly feel knackered enough)!
It started off in a house which yet again was my house in the dream but was nothing like my real house. My friend (JK) was staying with me and her sister was also there. We were all sat on the landing looking down at piles of DVDs on the stairs and her sister was saying about how unfair it was that JK didn't have enough DVDs. She then turned to me and said 'of course it's a hundred times worse in your situation' (?!)
JK and I went to the kitchen where my husband was preparing a salad and was annoyed he had no salad dressing so I offered to make some but the mustard I was going to use was mouldy. I used other stuff instead and mixed it in a very old blue plastic container which for some reason my friend was totally transfixed by. She kept asking where I had bought it and I said I had inherited it, but after a quick examination, confirmed that it was definitely Tupperware and looked 1970s. This made her want Dandelion and Burdock pop.
In the meantime the kitchen had somehow got into the most disgusting mess and my husband was trying to carry a collection of random plates and kept dropping them and adding to the chaos. We were then back upstairs. I was talking to JK and her sister and we all noticed that my husband was completely naked and had folded himself up on the settee. Everyone commented on how neat he looked!
JK was then suddenly in the attic crying and crashing about because she had left her hairbrush there and couldn't live without it.
I think the next bit is a different dream!
I was at some sort of family gathering. We were in my grandmother's old house (again!) in the living room and the seats were strewn around randomly. No one seemed to be interacting with anyone else very much. People seemed to see me but not register I was there. This was good because I realised I had no knickers on, just a log top (another recurring theme!). I had knickers in my bag so I tried to put them on without drawing attention to myself, but I was aware that everyone had seen my bum. Luckily no one cared.
We all filed outside and got on a bus. Someone mentioned that all my dead grandparents were at the back of the bus but I couldn't be bothered to turn around and look.
We got off and ended up in a large room that was very bright and pleasant and a cross between a pub and a function room. It was clean and fresh with doors to a garden and it felt nice to be there. I noticed that I had my new top on and was dressed up as nicely as I could be.
I noticed for the first time ever (have known her 30 years) that my Uncle's wife had hideous teeth and struggled to get her top lip over them. I thought that they were exactly like my teeth and the fact that it had taken 30 years to notice made me think maybe people didn't see how awful mine were either so it cheered me up.
My uncle was there and he has a tradition of not being nice to me (in real life and in dreams) so I was surprised when he was friendly and pleasant to me. He said that I looked nice and that although I had a reputation for being depressed and miserable, the fact I seemed cheerful today and had a parambolic twist (no I don't know either!) made all the difference and he felt that maybe I did have a chance of being a nice person after all.
We suddenly realised we were in Australia and saw lots of people at the bar that we suddenly recognised as famous Australians (don't ask me who - I have no idea)! We wanted to walk outside but as we left by the front entrance, we saw that the step was massive. We sat down, then wriggled off and tried to lower ourselves down. We did comment on how it was strange we didn't remember the step from the way in.
Just as we were about to jump, a big posh black car went past and my uncle said he had to go back in so we did. I went upstairs into a beautiful bedroom with a balcony overlooking a garden.
As I looked out, I could see my Dad and my uncle get into the car and drive off. As they left, I heard my Dad tell my mother to break it to the family gently and that he hoped we would all understand.
I went downstairs to find out what had happened. My mother told us all that my Dad had, had to go because Lord Eckersley (?!) had died and he was required to be seen to be around because of the shock waves that would go throughout the world.
This seemed to make sense to a degree, but I wanted more information. I then suddenly remembered that I had invented a website that could answer literally anything for 10p so I logged on and asked it when he would come back.
To pay, you had to put a coin against the screen which would then be absorbed into the computer.
I held various coins up but it kept telling me they were imposters so I got fed up and went back down only to find a whole year had passed and it had been turned into a Casino.
