Another Trio....

Dream one - a wedding of sorts?

I was getting married again, but as I was already married, it was more of ceremony just to confirm we still wanted to be married?  Sort of like a blessing I suppose but without any religious aspect.

I was in this house which was both in Liverpool and Talywain at the same time.   I was meant to be getting ready with a wedding dress etc, but I was faffing about and on the whole didn’t seem that keen on all the fuss.  

My mother was there and was incredibly stressed, shouting at me to hurry up and get ready as we were late.  In the end I just left the house as I was, without getting ready.  I had nothing with me (not even my phone - shock horror!) except a Yale key with a green plastic keyring.

My mother was pulling at me to walk faster and we got in a car that was parked in a lane at the back of the house.  She got in to drive (she can’t drive in really life) and tried to start the car with the Yale key.

The car did start, but it didn’t make the right noise.  It was a lighter, higher pitched version of an engine noise and when she tried to drive it, you could tell there was barely any power and we weren’t really going anywhere fast.

I went back to the house but as I walked back I was bombarded with snowballs.  I somehow knew that the people throwing them were friendly.

When I got back to the house it was a shop (like the sort you get in service stations).  There were gangs of young men plotting to steal children’s toys.

That dream ended right there. :-/

Dream two - Tribunal

Now this dream differs from any I think I have had (that I can remember) in that it is just a straightforward little story without anything too strange or surreal in it.  I can also remember it especially vividly - like a real memory rather than a dream.

Myself and my parents were sat at a tribunal.  I had a file with me.  I was aware that I was representing a disabled child whose benefits had been stopped.  The child wasn’t present.

A woman from the DWP arrived and sat beside me.  She also had a file.  The seat where the judge should sit was empty and we all sat and waited a while.  The woman to my left then announced that as both she and the judge were civil servants, in the judge’s absence, she would be making the decision.

Naturally I objected to this on the grounds that she represented the original decision maker, but she said it was tough and that she was entitled to do it.  

I said OK then what is your decision and she said that she was rejecting the appeal.  I said that she hadn’t even considered any of the facts or heard what I had to say so she asked me to put forward my case.

This is the weird bit because it is SO vivid and clear in my memory.  I opened the file and saw a photo of a severely disabled red haired girl in a wheelchair.  There were lots of notes and I was aware that I didn’t know what they said as I hadn’t read the file.

I explained that the benefits in question were outside my area of expertise, but that, had the judge been there, the judge would have applied his or her knowledge of the law to make sure the decision was fair.  I went on to say that in law, one word can make all the difference, like a ‘may’ rather than a ‘must’.

I said that the woman was not trained or an expert in law so I would not accept her as a substitute for the judge.

We then went on to talk about the little girl.  I showed her the photo.  It was just really obvious that she was very disabled and clearly needed the benefits.  I remember saying ‘OK...I’m no doctor, but then you’re no judge’.

Despite this the woman said she had made her decision and stamped a page in her file.

I said....fine - in that case I will appeal to the Upper Tribunal on a point of law, on the basis that you have no jurisdiction to make this decision.

Suddenly the woman’s demeanor changed and she backed down a bit and tried to persuade me not to appeal.  I said absolutely no chance - this is outrageously unfair - what about the right to a fair trial....the woman sank down in her chair sulking and bright red in the face and we all just sat there quietly waiting for the judge after all.

And that’s it - goodness knows what that was all about!?

Dream three - give this one your own title...

So... somehow I was creeping about in the house of commons at night and I looked through an open door to see David Cameron talking to someone else.  As I listened to the conversation it became clear that David Cameron was actually Osama Bin Laden in disguise.

I panicked and realised that I had to act fast....so I shot him!

Weddings, weirdness and wisdom...

This time it's Richard that is the star of my dream.....sorry Rich!

So in the dream, Richard had agreed to come and stay and I was clearly taking him in the car. 

Then we were in a hotel room which was very basic. I didn't want to unpack because the room bored me and upon hearing a commotion we went to the room opposite where a collection of unusual people were staying. 

Their room was much bigger and nicer and it turned out they were being kicked out so we could have their room. 

We went to get our luggage while I explained to Richard why it was so much better (it looked exactly the same). 

While we were moving luggage however, I remembered I had a flat so we went back to the car. 

As I was driving I was telling Richard about my wedding. About all the traditional things we hadn't done and why. Richard asked why we hadn't had the usual evening disco/buffet and I was explaining this as we got out of the car and walked into a building where someone's evening disco/buffet was taking place on their wedding day. 

I turned to Richard and just looked at him. He looked around slowly then looked at me and just said 'I see'. I nodded, happy that he understood. 

As we walked across the large room someone from work (PD) tapped me on the shoulder. He said that he and his husband had been enjoying themselves but I'd stopped them from doing a special dance. He was very upset with me. 

I said I had no recollection and no idea what he was talking about but that I was sorry. He was especially upset because he'd painted himself brown for it. His husband came over and thanked me. He said that in fact, they'd been making fools of themselves so he was grateful I'd stopped it. 

This sparked an argument between them so I left them to it. 

Richard and I got to the door to my flat. Behind it was another door which was clearly a public toilet cubicle and was engaged. 

We had to wait for the person to come out before we could walk through the cubicle and into my flat. 

The flat was small, white, bright and fairly empty. It was also very cold. It was obvious there was very strong air conditioning on. Two people appeared in the flat so I asked them to turn it down a bit. 

They scuttled off and I apologised to Richard for the temperature. The aircon (which was like a strong wind) started to ease and the music outside slowed down at the same time. I apologised to Richard again saying how crap it was all turning out. 

As the music got back to normal speed the strong wind returned but this time it blasted us with heat. 

I shouted about it being one extreme or the other. I was getting very annoyed and asked Richard to come into the kitchen as it might be better there and there would be tea. (PM T Mr H?)

As we finally drank tea and everything seemed better, Richard told me that he wasn't staying and never could. He had only come to make sure I'd learnt a valuable life lesson. 

I asked what it was but he just stared at me and wouldn't speak. Once he finished his tea he waved his hands around in a meaningful but puzzling way and promptly disappeared. 

I noticed that the kitchen was no longer attached to the flat but was a shed at the bottom of a beautiful sunny garden. I went out into the garden. It looked, smelt and felt wonderful. I turned around to lock the front door then as I turned back my smile collapsed. 

The garden was now dark, rainy, muddy, uneven with building materials and rubbish and filled with nettles and brambles. The shed had gone and I was stuck there. I also noticed I only had a short night shirt on and bare feet.  

I realised that I had ignored the life lesson and now I was stuck with the consequences. It seemed impossible to get out but I suddenly realised I was in bed and that there was a dead mouse on the carpet at the foot of the bed. 

Somehow this made everything ok and I sat sipping tea waiting for someone to come. :-/