Crime and punishment...

The dream last night had a real feeling of fantasy about it - hard to explain!  It started with me observing a perfect family. You had a sense that they were all lovely people but were also victims of circumstance.  They had the most beautiful home but it was tiny.  A real two up, two down with tiny rooms, but all immaculate and stunningly beautifully decorated.  I somehow knew that they had always known it wouldn't last.

They were being thrown out of their home and I could feel their pain at having to leave.  It was really sad.  They cycled off into the sunset as their home was boarded up and only the little girl looked back.

Then I turned to my friend Lauren, both of us feeling sad and we both got in a car and drove away.  Things kept going wrong with the car so we kept stopping at garages to get it fixed.  Each time the mechanic told us exactly what to do to fix it and we did exactly as we were told.

In one garage, the mechanic died while he was fixing the car, but another took over and said it wasn't our fault.

At one garage, the mechanic got suspicious at how often the car was going wrong and phoned the police.  We didn't think we had done anything wrong as we had just done as we were told, but then we thought maybe we should have questioned some of the things and we panicked.

We decided to run away so we set off running as fast as we could.  The mechanics were very close behind us and we ended up getting separated.  We were running around up and down complex sets of staircases with doors, corridors and stairs coming off stairs which you would start going up then realise suddenly you were actually going down.

I was aware that we were in both the Millennium Stadium and St David's Chapel in Pontypool at the same time.  I jumped over a wall and this somehow got me into a different dimension which meant the mechanic was no longer right behind me and I got to a space, where I could stop to catch my breath for a moment.  

I saw Lauren looking for me and pulled her in so we could rest a minute.

We knew we couldn't really get away and thought the best option was to give ourselves up so we started to walk round the corner to the Police station, although it was a mixture of a leisure centre and Aberystwyth Art Centre.  We started to walk in when Clare appeared.  She gave us some tips on surviving in prison as she had been in herself (!) and we went in to the Police Station which turned out to be a library.  

We thought we might get into a bit of trouble and spend a few days in prison but then we were charged with the murder of the mechanic that died fixing the car.

Suddenly we were actually in prison on remand and I was in a cell with a married couple.  They were asking me about what books I had read recently.  There followed a very silly and confusing conversation about a book which was either called 'Fences' or 'Fenced' and based on which one it actually was, this woman prisoner either approved or got very very angry!

I was then moved into my permanent cell which turned out to be a house share with my husband and another couple.  The house was ancient.  A very old stone building that was falling down.  It only had one floor but the vaulted beamed ceiling was very high.  The house was split vertically and one side was a mirror image of the other side.  We had one side per couple.

We were all chatting when the roof started to collapse near the outside wall.  It started with little black bits falling down and then the whole thing crumbled.  We all ran to the back of the house.

It seemed to settle so we carried on as usual, then the other couple's shelf went soggy and completely gave way with all their electrical items falling to the ground smashing.  I ran to our shelf and felt that it was also soggy and starting to give way.  I held it up and shouted to my husband to help me.

He ran over with a new shelf that was strong but nowhere near as deep.  He somehow replaced the shelf without removing any of the items on it, but the DVD recorder wouldn't fit so we had to plug that in inside the fridge!  We felt very pleased with ourselves but then we got into trouble because it turned out, the crumbling shelf was part of the punishment.

As it was me that had held it up, I was sent to solitary confinement, except it wasn't that solitary!  There was someone else in there waiting for me.

I'm afraid the dream becomes X rated at this point so I cannot record the rest of it here!

A duo of dreams this time...

Dream one - nymphomania and blue dream-ja vu? :-/

I was stood outside a doorway in a block of flats chatting to some other woman. There was a long queue of men going up the stairs to the next floor. Some one shouted out 'number 46 please' and they all shifted along one place. 

We simultaneously realised that my adult daughter (which I don't actually have) was in the upstairs flat having sex with all these men, but that it was because of some sort of hormone disorder which meant she just couldn't stop. 

We decided that we should help her and for some reason this involved going to the basement of the flats in which everything was blue. As soon as I even thought about the blue basement I had a strong sense of déjà vu and felt I knew what was coming. 

To help my daughter we had to cut and paste from bits of real life using our fingers and using these snippets of the world we had to make a realistic picture/collage of the tardis in the right colour blue to match the basement. 

I was in the middle of doing the bit with the lock on the door when I was awoken. 

Dream two - dodgy goings on in a little country house

The next dream was in Yorkshire.  I was walking down a lane that ran along the back of a row of houses. The other side of the lane was farmland.  I think I was pushing a bike. I got talking to a couple about their daughter. Her husband was ill so she had to harvest the fields and move into a new house on her own. I said I'd help when I got home. 

Immediately, the day had gone and I was home. As I walked down the lane she was driving the tractor and cutting a field of brown hops which turned into perfectly cut logs. She was pushing them right to the fence and I was aware it was my job to pick them up and put them away. 

I saw her parents again and they showed me that since that morning the lane had been Tarmacked (completely made up spelling sorry). It was still soft and we were wrecking it by walking on it. 

Her parents also showed me that the beautiful dry stone wall had also been partially and very badly, covered in Tarmac which was dripping off. 

Suddenly I was being shown around the house that the woman had moved into with her friend.  It was a terraced stone house and it was quite 'studenty'. 

They were discussing who wanted which bedroom. The friend wanted the green room and the woman seemed delighted with this. 

I realised I hadn't seen a green room and questioned it. I was shown up a second staircase and realised it was in the attic. It had been converted and was a good sized room. The alcove /dormer window had a cot in it mostly obscured by a curtain. Also, despite being an attic, there was yet another staircase in the corner. 

I remember thinking I wouldn't like a room that people had to walk through to get from one bit of the house to another. 

At that point the dream became more like a film. The 'camera' zoomed in on a pile of dirty clothes and I was made aware there was something significant hidden out of view, just beyond it. 

Although the me in the dream didn't hear, the me watching the 'film' then overheard the one woman say to the other 'do you think it'll be alright?' and the other one answer 'yeah....it should be'. 

We walked up the old wooden stairs. They had been painted white but were now battered and worn.  The me in the dream noticed movement through a gap in the stairs but somehow knew I'd be better off pretending I hadn't noticed. 

The 'camera' however, zoomed through the gap and showed an impossibly huge room (more like a warehouse) underneath with people all working away making spare wings for moths. It was obvious they were hiding. 

We were now in a bright white coloured room above the attic and the news came on the radio that the police were planning a raid in Retchfield in Barnsley. 

The two women panicked and looked at one another but the friend said 'he only arrived last night. It takes ages to set up a raid. It can't be us'

They both looked less panicky but still a little nervous. The 'camera' then zoomed out very fast so the white of the room blurred with the clouds outside which quickly turned dark, then became stars in outer space.