I’ve not been too well over the BH weekend, still a bit ropey, which has affected my dreaming experience. The only dream I can remember is last night’s - about maths. I had a bank statement and had to trace all my spending and why £70 had been taken out by Boots. I’m rubbish at maths and my subconcious is even worse than my concious mind. So it wasn’t much fun - too much like real life!

I’m planning some dream experimentation:
1. Cheese sandwiches before bed, different strenths of cheese
2. Introducing external factors into dreams (eg when the radio comes on and you include the song in to your dream)
3. Does dream intensity/ bonkersness increase with temperature? (wear socks gloves and scarf to bed)
4. Can I influence my dreams? Can I take control of the dreaming process? - I’m not good at recognising I’m dreaming but have done it once or twice.

Can anyone suggest any others?

I’ve been busy sleeping over the past couple of days creating new and interesting dreams to share with you!

I haven’t done it yet but I’m going to remove my ps - no analysis allowed. Now that doesn’t mean I’m happy if you all start commenting things like ‘that dream must mean you’re a psycho’ or ‘dreaming about twigs means you’re going to DIE!’ that’s just silly. A colleague told me yesterday that dreaming about my teeth falling out means I’m insecure. Yes, insecure my teeth are going to stay in my mouth!!

A far more rewarding thing to do with dreams is figure out WHY I’m dreaming what I’m dreaming. I believe dreams are the minds cleaning process and a chance for it to escape the dullness of everyday life and thinking about where your brain picks up on bits of your dreams from throughout the day can be quite funny.

Anyway, Thursday night was about shopping. I waled into a shop I’ve been in before in previous dreams. It doesn;t really exist but it contains racks and racks of clothes. There was a very messy display with coats on it. I saw this gorgoeus green patterny coat and went to check it out, size 10 ok, was £90 now £19 (DEFINITELY a dream!) when *whisk* some stalker shopper lady grabbed it from me. OK I thought, I can fit into an 8 anyway. So I started looking for the same coat in an 8. I found the same coat in paisley. Paisley. And I picked it up. Next thing I’m standing in what looks like a hotel corridor in front of a mirror trying on various jumpers and coats. This is probably because I’m ready for winter. I hated the hot weather and i love winter clothes and layering because you don’t have to see everyone’s fat bits hanging out.

The PAISLEY coat is now a deep green and when I put it on everyone gasps - thank you. I need a magic coat like that.

I don’t even get to the till and enjoy the magic green coat before I’m awake. Pants.

Last night I dreamed I was packing to go on a school trip to France. I never went on a school holiday and never really wanted to. This one was special becuase it was with the Boys school (I went to a girls school and the boys school was down the road) ooh excitement, but me and a few of the boys (including one I really liked in real life) are all the age we are now. We’ve been sent to the school hall to be told by the headmistress no drinking blah blah blah on this trip and to fill out certificates to prove we can go. One lad is singled out as not being able to do this because he was caught speeding in his car the night before….his friends cry - ha ha ha. I decide I need to start repacking my bag as I don’t have enough clothes and I’m worrying I’m going to be late and then my mum drives me to the bus - my mum can’t drive in real life, which may explain why it takes half and hour to do a 5 minute car journey. I’m the last one for the bus. I make it and it drives off - opposite me are the two girls who, if I’d been on a school trip, would have been school trip monitors. The popular sporty ones.

I would hate to meet people from school now. I can just imagine their ‘me me me I’m so great’ conversations. One of the only two people I keep in touch with from school has been a friend of mine since we were 5 - she’s off to France on Sunday but we didn’t go to senior school together so it only half explains it.  

With a BH weekend ahead there’s plenty of time for more sleeping and dreaming.

 

Not something traditionally eaten with cake although i know some folks who currently eat Tabasco sauce with everything so there’s no telling what could be next - I was saddened to hear that HP sauce will no longer be produced in the West Midlands. You can still eat Heinz baked beans though because British workforces still stuff them into cans. The HP Marketing department have got a bit of a headache though haven’t they? Having just produced one of the worst ad campaigns imaginable telling us HP is British through and through - terrible ads full ‘being British and having a laugh’ people; the only one I can remember is the leery hen party buying chips - hmmmmm. It put me off HP to be honest, until I had my next bacon sandwich and you HAVE to have HP on that. I could always convert to Daddys - when I was little I actually thought it WAS my Dad’s sauce and I couldn’t have any!

I’m not really into the ’stick with British’ campaign, we woudn’t be happy if every other country did that and didn’t trade with us (remember how pissed off you all were when the French wouldn’t eat our beef??). Can you imagine a Britain without peanuts, rice, cars, coffee, tea, spaghetti? We’d be back in the 17th century!

Last night I dreamed of my mum’s 1960s poodle pyjama case…

 

Bread bread bread bread
Eat it with some jam and spread

Milk Milk soft as silk
Spam spam cheaper than ham

Cakey cakey cakey cake
‘Eat me now’ to me it spake
That’s all - I need some food to inspire me.

Tiger is my nearly 4 month old kitten. Named after his stripes, he does have spots like a Leopard but to get a name that reflected both would mean calling him Leper - and with a pet name you always have to test what it’ll sound like at the vets and if the vet shouted out Leper Harding people waiting might think he’s a really horrible vet who insults pet owners. You see?

Tiger has the best personality in a cat I’ve ever known - he’s loving and playful, an absolute sweetheart, even when he uses the tray just after I cleaned it and claws my arms - I wouldn’t expect any less.

As soon as he came home he spotted a jellycat toy I had by the side of my bed - a black cat with long arms and legs called Dodger - still like new, even had the label in his ear. Tiger stole it. And I let him have it. Much mauling by Tiger’s mandibles later and Dodger is now a raggedy, label-less, smelly old toy, but Tiger ADORES him. And if Tiger is doing something naughty or in a room you want him out of, just wave Dodger around and Tiger will pounce on him. I can’t believe how much he loves it. Tiger even carries him around the flat by the neck, which is where he grips while he attacks it. I’ve found Dodger by my bed a few times - left as a present, hmmmm. I’d prefer a champagne breakfast but even my boyfriend doesn’t leave me presents like that!

Tiger has a lovely smell, but he hates being sniffed - so I do it a lot - hahaha. He did have a bath the other night too which left him nice and fragrant - actually he fell into my bath. Stalking along the rim, he slipped and sploosh - back legs and tail in, wet cat scrambles out! He did feel sorry for himself!

Tiger is useful to have around the home in many ways. Along with my boyfriend he has formed BugWatch. Mark will hold Tiger up to the ceiling and tops of the walls, where bugs accumulate, and go on ‘bugwatch’. Moving around the flat Tiger will actively look for moths, flies and spiders. Should they find one they escalate to BugAttack! and you can guess the rest. Tiger ate his first spider the other day - I was so proud. And he makes a good cobweb sweeper too.

Tiger has a favourite game - we’ll hide behind a chair or a door and we sneak looks at each other until one of us pounces! Tiger usually smacks me in the face, but no claws - he knows we’re only playing.

And when he’s finished chasing his tail and shadows, hiding behind doors, pouncing and savaging stuff, Tiger likes to slink with blinking eyes to his favourite sleeping place, under someone’s chin and snuggle up for a nap.

Cats are a love-hate creature, and I’m a bit like that, don’t cross me, I might bite your legs!

 

 

Dreams are a major influence for this blog, my dreams.

For example, and you’ll quickly see where I’m going with this, last night I dreamed my mum was trying to kill me with a razor blade. I called her this morning just to check she loves me - everything ok there - so why would my brain conjure up something so horrible???? The dream then turned into a mob movie plot, I was in a hospital office with a nurse who received a phone call from a mobster threatening to kill her. She didn’t believe she was in any danger so she left the hospital. The gangster and his buddies burst into the open office and I tried to hide with this little girl who had suddenly appeared. We didn’t hide very well but he wasn’t bothered with us, he made some comment when he left that she had the plague so I was done for anyway. And I tried to save her!!!!

I wanted somewhere to write about the crazy dreams I have, because some are quite amusing - example - a work colleague buying brand new white pants and getting with them Princess Diana transfers to iron on. Why???? Why would they not come ready printed? But that’s Dream-World for you. It’s a crazy upside down place.

The key to a vivid dream for me is getting too hot while sleeping, although I got really hot sleeping over the weekend and actually dreamt I was in the snow. Cheese sandwiches help.

As well as these more bizarre offerings I’ll be documenting how often I get my recurring dreams which include:
1. Toilets that have no doors and no privacy (that dream runs in the family - is it genetic???)
2. Teeth falling out
3. Being at my parents house and there is more than one of my Dad or my brother and they don’t know about each other or believe me when I tell them. I feel so scared because I know one must be a robot!
4. Talking with my nanna, who died 10 years ago. I know in my dream that she died so its like she’s live again and I’m so happy but so sad at the same time. They are hard dreams to forget.

My dreams are often so vivd it feels like they really happened, if I argued with someone in a dream I’ll have to check with them we’re still on speaking terms. And sometimes they leave me feeling shattered or emotionally drained.

My brain eh? Should be interesting…..