Quick change act?

Last night's dream seemed to involve me wearing lots of different clothes!

To start with I was wearing nothing....quite right too as I was in the bath.  My friend Lauren turned up outside with a random person...I was meant to be ready to go somewhere and I wasn't.  I shouted through the window to her that I would be as quick as I could and I leapt out of the bath and put on a pink dressing gown.

I was trying to dry myself, iron clothes and dry my hair all at once.  I eventually got ready and was wearing black aprons all tied together!  I ran down to where Lauren was waiting and realised that I had forgotten my bag.  I panicked and ran back up the stairs to what had now become a huge office building.

A girl was holding my bag so I went to retrieve it but she wouldn't let me have it and kept asking me questions about the contents so I could prove it was mine.

I objected, due to the 'personal items' I had in there and just said that if she let me, I would fish out some ID from the bag.

She continued to be awkward and seemed to be enjoying it, so in the end I said..'look....do you know who I am'?  At this point she sulkily handed it over.  I honestly don't know who I was though! ;-)

As I walked off towards a sort of huge posh galleried landing, the girl called over to her friend.  She said he was my 'pawge'.  I looked bewildered and she explained that he hated me and it was his mission in life to make me unhappy no matter who I thought I was!

I looked over to see a black, gay man walking towards me.  He was good looking, slim and very fashionably dressed and he looked me up and down laughing.

I walked off but was unable to pick up my feet so I had to slide my way around this galleried landing and noticed that I was now wearing a crystal blue teardrop as a dress!

The man (my pawge - whatever that means), was shouting abuse and more and more people stopped to stare, point and laugh at me.  I felt very uncomfortable and was glad to get out.

I ended up in the post room and found loads of post addressed to me.  It turned out many people had sent me presents.  I had a book of Liverpool Augusts of the past, off Steve and Anne-Marie, a DVD off Gwyn and a mystery item off James that was impossible to unwrap.  I also had a load of old books tied up in ribbons from my sister.  They were all my old schoolbooks and it was very emotional.  I sat and cried and the tears stained my dress which was now made of paint drips.

I decided I was running late and walked away, ending up in a long hotel corridor which was both inside and outside at the same time.  I was trying to catch up with someone that wouldn't turn round, so I couldn't see who they were.  People on bikes kept going past at stupid speeds so I had to keep jumping on the grass verge to avoid being hit.  As I turned round to see if any more bikes were coming, I noticed a man pointing a gun at me.  I screamed and ran inside the restaurant of the hotel.  Someone asked me what was wrong but when I explained she said that it was a fancy dress party and wasn't a real gun.

She then pointed out that I must have known this as I had come dressed up myself.  I looked down to see that I was dressed as a dragonfly in a corset and had no legs.

I swear....I am not on drugs.  Honestly!  ;-)

All creatures great and small?

Nice short one...

I was in a shed trying to stop two pet rats escape, through a roller blind. They kept outsmarting me and managing to poke their heads through. 

After that I was in a beautiful woodland setting and I went underground, to a training complex made of tree roots. It was all animated and fairytale-like. The way the sunbeams lit the room was beautiful. 

We were suddenly all wearing odd things. I had a skirt made of feathers and a bra made of 2 red and white spotted toadstools. 

Sometimes I felt weird sensations and I felt sure there were squirrels living in the bra, trying to hide nuts. 

We then had a training course in 'being', which was conducted by a wasp called Phil. 

We all remarked on how we thought the course should have been conducted by a bee called Chris, but agreed it was a good course anyway!

And that was it!

Although I have to say a course in 'being' sounds very useful indeed! ;-)

Beware of pixels...

I dreamt that the world had been taken over by pixels. 

Most people had lost their homes and were sleeping on pavements outside cinemas. Only laid back, truly nice people got to share houses.  

There wasn't enough food or cleanliness to go around and life was somewhat chaotic. 

We (my husband and I), were street sleeping and had to fight our way into a public canteen, where we just about got some food. 

After eating, it was just as hard to get 

into public baths, but I managed and seemed to spend most of my life wandering around Worcester, still wet, just wearing a towel, looking for spare cake!

My friend Lauren rang me to say she was sharpening her glasses ready to lead a strike (?!) and that I should start standing outside banks to beg for tins!

As time went on, less people seemed to care about eating or keeping clean(!) so I got the previously overcrowded public canteen and baths to myself. 

I found this odd and one day decided to ask someone about it. 

I discovered that none of it was real, that we'd all just been extras in a film and that they'd stopped filming weeks ago but forgot to tell me. 

I rang my husband who confirmed he was at home making a cheese casserole. I got very cross that he hadn't told me and decided I would run off with a pixel just to get my own back. 

Weird...

Not a dream. 

Just wanted to record somewhere that today....well technically yesterday now....was very weird. I'm yet to be convinced I'm not dreaming now!

I now want beautiful clothes, some magnetic nanocules and paving slabs you can read/listen to! But you can keep the doors.

I was in an office that wasn't mine and I was sat at a computer that was more like a telly. 

There were a number of people milling about and I was vaguely aware that I knew most of them. I picked up on a conversation my friend Andy was having with someone about girlfriends. 

He came over to me and I could hear him explaining 'of course Liz is the female that has put up with me for longest as we've been friends for 30 years'. 

I should point out that Andy and I have actually been friends for 16 years and it is not the case that I have to 'put up with him'. More the other way round I'd say!

Aaaanyway.....back to the dream!

Whatever it was I had on the computer/TV screen, I clearly didn't want anyone to see as I used a fluffy roller which had 'magnetic nanocules' in it which when rolled over the screen, removed the current image, revealing instead what had been on there this time last week!

The office turned into a flat. A very small flat!  It was nextdoor to another similar flat. 

All the people from the office were now nextdoor except me, Andy and his girlfriend who were in this flat. 

I was aware that my clothes were hanging up everywhere and were considerably nicer than my real clothes. They were colourful, interesting and just beautiful clothes. 

I was aware it was a tiny flat so I was trying to tidy them away as they seemed to be taking up far too much space.  The flat also had far too many doors!

By now, Andy had changed into Dave, a former work colleague who happens to be gay. 

Despite this, in my dream he happily had a girlfriend and we all lived in the tiny flat together. I looked out of the window and realised we were right on the seafront at Barry Island. 

It was very busy and noisy and I envied the people living on the top floor in the penthouse!

Andy/Dave's girlfriend announced she was off to work in Shifnal. I exclaimed 'oh Shifnal!?' and tried to tell her I used to live there but she kept talking over me telling me where it was and all about it. 

I kept trying to interrupt to make her understand I knew because I lived there for four years but she yattered on then just left. 

I felt annoyed so to avoid whinging at Andy/Dave about his girlfriend I started to reminisce about Shifnal. As I did, the dream actually became one about Shifnal...

Some paving slabs were missing from the pavement outside our house and my mother was supervising my dad replacing them i.e. telling him what to do!

Instead of paving slabs he was using children's books. There was an annual, an Enid Blyton book and Aesop's fables. 

As he used these books and placed them exactly where my mother told him, I then noticed that some books were actually beautiful songs. 

I was feeling all relaxed and nostalgic when suddenly I was attacked by a load of doors coming down the road. I ran into a field but there were doors everywhere so I walked through one and woke up. 

A most peculiar building...

I was in a strange building as it was a cross between a house, a doctor's surgery, a village hall and a television studio!

It is fair to say that the whole dream was a bit muddled!

In this odd, multi purpose building, I was in the hallway and there was a mezzanine level.  I had just got up and did not have any clothes on...except a flappy hospital gown.  I was trying to throw a duvet and some pillows (real pillows this time! ;-) up on to this mezzanine level, but each time I tried, it just brought a load of other stuff down and it all ended up in a big mess on the floor.

I had to give up after a while as my arms were tired, so I went into the kitchen, which was actually a nurse's room, to have breakfast.  My mother was there and when she saw the mess she screamed, started to cry and got incredibly upset, saying that it was a catastrophe.

I explained that it was just stuff that had fallen down and that it would be sorted, but she seemed inconsolable!  She then pointed out that I had missed my doctor's appointment.  I panicked and looked at my wrist but I wasn't wearing a watch.  I looked everywhere for a clock but couldn't see one, so Mam told me it was ten past nine and that my appointment had been at nine.

I sat there completely still for a second or two, unsure of what to do, then decided to run for it and see if I could still see the doctor.  Before I had a chance to do anything however, a friendly happy nurse came in with a bowl of acid and put it down on the table in front of me.

She asked me if I had my special hand cream with me...and winked.  I got a tube of hand cream and handed it to her.  She smiled and started to dip my hands into the white, acid liquid, using her own gloved hands to rub the acid in and make sure they were properly rinsed.

It didn't hurt at all and she explained that it would just take the outer layer of my skin off and leave better healthier skin underneath.  She pointed to various weird looking spots on my hands and told me that they would all go, but that my hands would be very dry afterwards, so I would need to put hand cream on all the time.

After she went, I noticed a staircase that hadn't been there before covered in a turquoise patterened carpet  (not very nice).  I remember wondering why on earth I had chosen it, but then I noticed that the rest of the room had a much nicer pale gold coloured carpet.

Suddenly I was ironing but I dropped the iron and it burnt an iron shape into the carpet, I tried to pick it up but it was hot so I dropped it on another bit of the carpet.  This happened over and over and I was sort of juggling with the hot iron, ending up with many iron shaped burn marks all over the carpet.  I was very nervous that my mother would go mad!

My mother however was distracted by the mess from earlier but as we walked towards it, it had almost completely disappeared, revealing my sister, who had been buried underneath, sat at a reception desk.

She was running my Dad's business while he was away, but he was calling in every day to check how things were going.  It transpired it was some sort of holiday business.  A woman was there complaining that she had booked for the Galapagos Islands so why did she have to go to the Seychelles as well?  My sister tried to explain to her that it was a package holiday and it was all part of the package that she had booked and agreed to.  The woman would not accept it though and was getting very upset.  My sister was trying to deal with the woman and my Dad on the phone at the same time and looked very stressed.

I saw lots of the actors from Coronation street walking past into a large room so I followed them.  It turned out that I had to do a raffle and they were all sat in a huge hall waiting.  I was sat on the stage with my husband next to me and I had to choose the winning ticket.

I selected one and called it out and it all got confusing because there were complex codes and colours on the tickets and I wasn't sure if my husband had won or whether it was Sue Nicholls!

In the end there was a huge row and a lot of bad feeling and people were accusing us of cheating and the only way we could sort it out was by giving everyone a bucket of live octopi to eat!

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.

:-/