#7- down right weird
I was at a wedding reception in an old theatre building. All the guests were milling around talking amongst themselves when the bride came in . No one took any notice of her and she stood at the balcony at the opposite side of the room from the groom. I knew they weren’t happy and something was wrong. The bride then storms over to the groom, says some harsh words before storming down the stairs. Again no one pays them any attention and I realise they don’t actually want to be married.  An alarm then goes off and everyone panics and tries to leave, but I yell and get their attention and tell them it is a false alarm, which it is. Everyone settles back to talking amongst themselves.

I’m then downstairs with a friend and the bride who is wearing a beautiful pure white gown and there is jewelry in a bag which include wedding rings and my own gecko pendant.   I seal the bag and look for somewhere safe to put it. I suddenly become aware that something is wrong and I look around, everyone is now outside with the police except for me, my friend and the bride. Then i realise that the bride is pulling all the oxygen from the room. Next I am outside the building and I look down and am very happy to see I still have the jewelry in the hag in my hand, but I become aware that my friend is still inside and I think it odd that I thought about the bag 1st as it would of survived the vacuum. The police count down to when the oxygen will run out completely and just as they gt to zero the doors open and my friend is pushed out to my relief. The door then closes again.

I then re-enter the building with the police and the bride is there but she is mummified, blue and paper thin like she had been vacuum sealed. She is curled up tight and the police slowly unroll her to find she is curled around another blue, flat mummy. I think he was the groom. We decide they should be left together. I am not scared or disturbed at all by this, just glad to have the bag and that my friend is ok. That’s where I woke up.

#6- bit of an epic
I was at a country fete. the sun was shining and everyone was dressed like stereotype country folk with flowery frocks and straw hats. I noticed 2 people I knew at a stand and i went ans stood beside them and smiled hello. At 1st they looked at me and didn’t respond, but then they looked again and said hello and that they hadn’t recognised me as I was so skinny. I looked at myself but was no slimmer then normal. I moved away from them and found an old friend of mine who was extremely skinny and as she hugged me hello I felt worried about her health. We sat at a long table with a white cloth on it and some fete food on it. But we didn’t eat anything. Across from us sat a Reverend and my friend got into a deep conversation with him. i looked around the table and saw people I knew from work that were talking about 2 min trips to Carnoustie or Arbroath. they asked my opinion, explaining they would travel there then get only 2 mins to look around. I was outraged and told them 2 mins was not long enough to look around, you would barely get your feet on the sand before you had to go back. I thought about Carnoustie beach and saw the beach I have dreamt about so often with a narrow long shelf of sand leading to a rocky bay (which isn’t what Carnoustie beach looks like).

I then found myself in the rocky bay which has long been a favourite place in my dreams and sometimes has a castle on it or an island. But this time it was just the rocky bay with sand rolling into the sea. I saw people riding dragons, one green and one red. I knew how wonderful that was as I’d ridden one before. I was then on the back of a big red dragon flying over the waves then in to the bay. The dragons flew to large caves, the openings of which had tall backs like a huge hood and were brightly coloured in unfamiliar patterns. we knew a storm was coming because they wanted to go to their nests. My flying partner (on the green dragon) said we should return to our safe place. The dragons dropped us off at a large wooden building on stilts with a flagstone floor.  The bottom floor was completely empty. As the dragons returned to their caves we ran up the stairs and my companion told me that the ground floor often flooded and it was designed to withstand this.  As we went up the stairs I saw a flood line like a high water mark on the wall where the wall changed from stone to wood. I turned and saw waves already crashing into the lower floor. At the top of the stairs I stepped in to a flood of freezing water (which felt extremely real and like true sea water). People were running for the stairs to the next level. I got a broom and began to brush the water out but noticed that the patio doors were open so fresh water kept coming back in. Myself and few others tried to shut the doors by racing to them between the waves but the locks were broken or weak and we had to put padlocks on them. We finally managed and started to sweep the water out again. The storm was building and I could hear the waves crashing at the doors and could feel the wind pushing at the building. The building started to move, pivoting around one corner. A person in charge said that it was ok and it was meant to do this as it was a lightweight building. I didn’t believe him. Then the waves crashed through the glass doors and we all ran to get onto the maisonette level. The building began to move into the sea, caught in the waves and wind. Everyone was quiet and unsure of what to do.

3 dragons appeared, the red and green ones from before and another red one. They grabbed the building with their claws and flew it to safety. The dragons struggled to fly in the storm and the green was injured. Once the building was safe we ran to the dragons. the green one had turned to paper and was ripped at the top. He had his name written on him which I tried to say but it was very long and complex and all I could say was the ‘pen’ it started with. I picked up the now paper dragon and gently held him close and looked at the main red dragon for advice. Red conveyed to me that they needed somewhere warm and dry to recover and rest. I led them to a small door to a massive airing cupboard and they both flew in to its cavernous eaves. I was worried about the 3rd dragon, the only female, as she did not want to join them. And that is where I woke up.

#5- very odd

I was with friends when we found a lost golden lab. It was very friendly and obviously well looked after. On it’s collar it had a tag saying who to phone if it got lost and also had a web address. The tag was hard to read but we managed to make out where we were to take the dog. We took it to a large old town house where there was a company that looked after rich peoples dogs and took them back home.  After dropping off the lab we felt that it wasn’t fair on the poor peoples dogs that didn’t have anyone looking out for them. So to the disapproval and scorn of the rich place we set up a poor place underneath it behind a small black basement door and we found the poor lost dogs, ones that didn’t have glossy coats and were a bit scrawny and we took them back to the basement to look after them and take them home or re-home them. We searched the city for them , down back streets, allies and deserted areas and we saved all we could.

The dream then changed and a few of us were in a pub that had an ice rink instead of a dance floor. It was cold so the landlady went to find me a coat. I opened my can of pepsi and it fizzed over soaking me and the ice rink. so I went to find the landlady and found her in the back coridor with a box of clothes. I looked through the box, looking for something in particular. The landlady’s son was there and he was the same age a me. he looked at me hard and said he liked my moves and made boxing motions. I looked at him and knew that I had known him in the past. I asked if he meant my workouts and wondered how he could of seen them.

Next I’m on an ice rink at the back of the pub and a group of us are practicing for a dance show, but the lead man wouldn’t work with us and was standing in a small cubicle at the side of the rink which was a changing room. i went to persuade him to join us and realised he was the landlady’s son. He would not listen to me. The group carried on practicing without him until a lot of new skaters came onto the rink who could not really skate well at all. We sat down on some benches to watch the new skaters and we tightened our boots which were loose. The son was on a bench by himself next to us. As some of the new skaters couldn’t skate at all and I needed to check my skates were tight enough, I got up and helped one of them out. I helped a young man and told him to skate not walk, I asked if he could roller blade and he said he could so I told him to do the same thing. once he got the hang of it I looked over to the benches and saw the landlady’s son staring at me. When the new skater was a bit more confident I returned to my bench where my friend was. My friend turned to me and told me that the son was jealous. i looked again to the son and saw that he was jealous. Then I woke up.

#4- as slept in i didn’t get time to write this one down till later so some the finer detail missing

I don’t recall the 1st part of the dream but I know it seemed familiar like I had dreamt about the setting before. The 2nd half was also very familiar. I came to a open pasture with a castle on a hill, the castle is old in partially ruined and has been in my dreams many times before. Behind the castle and a little way off at the top of the hill is a church, it is a very traditional looking parish church with a square bell tower with a hall attached. I’m with a young girl whom seems very familiar but I don’t know who she is, just that I know her. I do not recall what she looks like but she was about 12 I think. She is standing with me as I look at the castle and church and she says it is Abernite and I see a sign flash before my eyes and am annoyed that Abernite is spelt wrong, as the one in Perthshire is Abernyte. The girl tells me her gran lives there, but I am unsure if she means in the castle or the church. She happily runs to the castle and into the lower halls which are cavernous and full of knotted rocks full of nooks and crannies. The stones are slippery, but the girl is not bothered and climbs around the halls. I look at my feet and realise I have not got suitable shoes on so I can not get a good grip. I tell the girl so and do not move from where I am standing. I also realise I have no fear of the place like I did the last time I had visited the castle. The girl smiles at me and says that is because I have nothing to fear and offers to show me what the place looked like before. The hall transforms and is pristine and white and what was  gnarled stone before is now orderly storage with all sorts of goods stored in the holes in the rock. We go to a higher doorway and look down at the cellar and I see it is split into square sections and in each section a certain kind of thing is stored, i.e. a section for clothes, one for shoes and one for plastic boxes (though do not know what was in the boxes). I smile at the girl with the new understanding of what may seem scary can actually be very innocent and useful. I feel a presence behind me and I turn to see the gran approaching. The gran has a very positive feel to her like the girl and I was happy to see her. I do not recall what she looked like but know I knew her also. I feel the castle caling me and venture into the main building keen to see inside of it again.

That is where I woke up with the ‘bad boys’ song in my head and the feeling that I had been somewhere familiar, pleasant and right. Quickly followed by the feeling of disappointment that I have to get up, then panic at the time!

#3- was a bit disturbed by this one and it stuck with me all day

I was working in a pub that had been in my dreams before, it had a turret with 2 rooms in it. My boss was an ex boyfriend from about 10 years ago and he was bossing me around a lot. So much so that he was acting like he owned me and although I didn’t like being treated that way I let him carry on. I was trying to keep the customers occupied while the boss threw a big private party for himself. For some reason I go outside and there are stacks of hay with cats under them, some duplicates of my own cats and others ginger tabby cats. One tabby is sitting in the middle of the grass and I lie down to approach it and put out my hand toward it,  keen to please it. The cat purrs and lets me stroke its chin. Next thing I am back inside again and looking in a mirror while the party goes on behind me. I am detached from the party and it is just background noise although I am in the same room. As I look in the mirror I see that my face is covered in bruises, they are not obvious and I can only see them when I turn my head to the light as they are under the skin. The boss comes overs and looks at me in the mirror and sees the bruises and tries to cover them with my hair, but is not successful so turns and returns to the party as if there wasn’t a problem at all. Upset I walk out of the party room and up the staircase to a turret room.  An older woman whom I think was someone else’s mother stops me on the way and tells me that she can see the bruises and that she can help me heal them. Scared and emotional I follow her.

That is where I woke up and had to check my face in the mirror to make sure I had no bruises.

#2- this is a very weird one

Gene kelly is a king, but keeps dancing until he turns into a bird. He doesn’t stop as he loves being a bird and his sons have already turned into birds. So to ensure continued rule he chooses a suitable queen and marries her before he permanently turns in to a bird.

I turn into the new queen and am finishing school so can dedicate all my time to being queen. My sister is also at the school and has just won a prize for writing an essay about me and I congratulate her and then gather a group of students to say my goodbyes and to pass on my wisdom. Though may attend, few listen to what I have to say although I am trying to impart important knowledge. Hence I talk quietly to a select group instead who are keen to hear what I have to say. Once they have taken in the knowledge and I am satisfied they understood I begin to pack my bags, but all I put in them is bed linen.  And that is where I woke up.


#1

Was in the seaside town where I grew up, the waves were massive and started to engulf the town. As I was on top of a hill I wasn’t in danger and didn’t feel scared. I tried to reach my flat (one I live in now) by running between the waves coming in, but quickly realised I couldn’t do this so retreated into the hills.

I sought sanctuary in a cottage in the country with a freshly ploughed field out the back. It belonged to a man and his daughter and we stayed in the cottage until we were sure the waves wouldn’t reach us. We then went onto the field and I saw a old castle across the road from a abbey and felt that I had been there before…….

We walked to the gate to the castle and went through, immediately I felt uneasy and knew that the place was haunted. The man went into the basement and started searching for something and I could sense the ghouls surrounding him and called to him over and over. Eventually he heard and came out of the castle and shaken up we went back through the gate. In the field I said to the man “I’ve walked here with my dad before”…….

I looked towards the cottage and saw a group of women in a circle around a woman in labour and there were obviously problems with the labour, the women were discussing what should be done. I turned back to the abbey and saw a pure green light rise from the spire and light the dark clouds above and whoosh over the circle of woman lighting them in a warm green glow. The women quietened and the one in labour ceased having problems. All was peaceful and well…..I then woke up.