I wanted to share some of the things I do as force of habit and lifestyle which, when i think about it, must surely be habits from the past.

It makes good sense to do it now in our 21st century climate change situation but I always turn lights off when I’m not in the room. I do it because my parents made me do it, because their parents made them do it and they grew up during the war when blackout was in force.

I spread jam and marmalade thinly on my toast or bread - I never thought about spreading on more, you might say its a taste thing but I knew someone who didn’t think twice about using half a pot on one slice of toast! I learned that from my parents, who learned it from theirs, who lived with rationing and shortages of sugar etc.

I am quite old fashioned in many ways, my new house has a pantry which I am immensely excited about, and I take old shoes to be re-heeled. Its my birthday soon and while I’m still under 30, I know I’m getting older - all the DJs I used to listen to on Radio 1 in my teens are now on Radio 2!!!!

Isn’t that wierd, that I could be doing things that my great-great grandmother did? Has anyone got examples of similar things?

Last night I dreamt the skin on my face peeled off.

A dream I would have preferred after watching Casino Royale would have been that I was Daniel Craig’s Bond girl, wearing a very expensive frock and jewellery, swigging champers and snogging his face off. Instead I got to be the spy, chased all over the place. hmm, not my first choice brain, thanks.

Apologies for the double post - Sorted now, it didn’t delete any comments - NO ONE LOVES ME!

I just like that word, don’t even know if it is a word! I’ve had a melange of dreams and last night I dreamt two members of my family joined a religious cult, worshipping this bizarre man who insisted that his followers every thought should be about him! They were trying to convince me and they started performing a ceremony with me at the centre I kept escaping and shouting at everyone that they were wrong. Once again I was shouting at everyone and being horrible to them.

In another dream I was in the 1940/50s in what was supposed to be my room, I remember brushing my hair in front of a mirror and I had this very glamorous hairstyle which I loved.

And I went back in time again when I went to the 16th birthday party of someone I knew from school who is now in their twenties.

I’m always amazed by the level of detail I remember from a dream, its like I create a story but I only remember a tableau, one scene and all its details.

I’ve got the New Year off to a brilliant start in dreams.

Here is last nighs’:

Once again I was involved with a story that gripped people’s imagination but hasn’t been written! This time as a play, which, in the dream, I could never remember the name of. It was definitely three words ‘The B…..C or S’ - the following words beginning with B then C or S. I thought it was Business something but it had nothing to do with work of any description.  Nonetheless it was a new play that had just been written and was proving to be incredibly popular with fringe theatre and young literary types. I don’t remember what it was about apart from that it was emotionally complicated and quite dark. I’d had a phone call from someone I used to go to school with, and didn’t much like, who wanted me to help her learn her lines for the lead role, and another friend told me that she had a part to learn. Neither of them were in a theatre group but I quickly gathered that there was a group of people at work who were organising a production of the play. The director being some called Napthali - no one I even work with or know! He didn’t have a part in the play for me but I begged to be involved and got given the PR to do. Meanwhile there were two brothers who appeared - not real people, my imagination concocted this pair - who drove around in a beat up American muscle car. Both skinny, long haired types. One was very attractive and he started hitting on me, but my conscious mind stepped in reminding me of my boyfriend. Because I wouldn’t give in he turned his attentions to someone else so I was glad I’d had nothing to do with him, but it meant I couldn’t be in the play and so had to do all the promotional work.

I was also walking with my friend on top of a hill which had several buildings which looked like schools on them, but nowhere I recognise, one was a school for marine studies but had named itself School of Marinations - ha ha ha!!!

I was very excited in the run up to Christmas which may explain the department store dream I had a few days before the big day….

..walking around the store I stumbled across an ET robot, as tall as me. I’m clearly not technologically minded as the robot had a plug attached to it! I pluged it in and the robot came to life…I’ll point out here that I hate ET, and I think I was a bit scared by him when I first saw the film - I was only about 4 or 5! The ET robot started to pursue me around the shop with a crazed robot expression - not good. And then on one of the screens in the shop I saw one of my work colleagues, who is as enthused about exercise as I am, finishing a marathon. I wasn’t very impressed that she hadn’t told me she would do it, traitor.

My unconscious must be missing my work colleagues, because my conscious mind isn’t, but they all featured in last night’s dream. I conjured up a town with shops and bars, all very dirty and dingy, which I was hobbling around with a friend - I was wearing a pair of boots that aren’t the easiest to walk in and in my dream I could barely walk - but it got worse.

My friend and I went into a pub, we somehow managed to insult the landlord who turned out to be an evil criminal. We left with him in hot pursuit of us, hoping to rip our heads off or something. I was running with another work colleague and we decided to hide in our bosses bakery. He hid us in the staff room where all our other colleagues were gathered. We heard the landlord enter the shop and then we saw on the cctv monitor that the shop girl was  showing the man that we weren’t there - we were under the table sure that if he came in he would find us - she was directing the camera aroung the room trying to avoid the image of someone pulling these boots off my legs from under the table. I felt scared at the fact that my limbs were so heavy that I couldn’t move or escape.

 

“Blah blah blah - all blogs should be of value - blah blah blah - here’s another review of something I played/ watched recently - blah blah blah - here’s my view on some latest piece of news - blah blah blah -here’s a crazy dream I had”

Well, you just read it, don’t blame me. 

Last night I had the MOST vivid dream I may have ever experienced. I think we can safely attribute this one to drinkng lots of alcohol over the psat few days (well lots for me!) and wearing socks and a dressing gown to bed - my boyfriend was out on the town.

This dream was so vivid that I actuall remember a speech I gave! Unfortunately it wasn’t some amazing script idea, song or novel synopsis, my great moment was wasted on a classroom of kids, but back to the beginning.

 This is so cool. I was in a garden with a number of people from work and school and someone spotted a £10 note on the floor. Once one was found we all started seeing them £10 and £20 notes sticking out of the grass. We got onto our knees, well I did I’m broke, and I pulled note after note out of the soil. It all turned a bit macabre when I uncovered an official note saying the last hanging in Britain was actually 1968 - I know it was earlier than that but my brain conjured up a conspiracy theory! I’m not surprised, I am sick of Diana - Conspiracy or tragic accident. And can I just say now that we’re all going to have to listen to this over and over and over again next year (10 years on) and if there isn’t a new sea of flowers and stream of hysterical mourners on the anniversary day I will eat the horrendous old granny hat one of my work colleagues got as a secret santa present!

Next I was watching a bizarre play/ film featuring a work colleague who is in a band, but his cameo appearance saw him merely waving a couple of trombones around in his arms rather that playing any music!

Then I was Martha Barnsley, a new teacher at a village school, the headmistress introduced me to the children and then I told them how we should work together and I wouldn;t shout - then I shouted at one of the boys for talking continuously - and i told them how I hate liars. I’m not that bothered about lies, I can usually tell when people are doing it - it depends what you’re lying about - that’s what bothers me! I would HATE to be a teacher but I think I would be a good one, although the children would hate me. I’d probably end up with a reputation like one of my junior school teachers who was known as ’The Book Thrower’, he never threw them at kids. One teacher gave someone in my class 10p so he could call childline (I think he was complaining that the teacher kept picking on him), which I thought was highly amusing because its a free phone number!

 

Two things:

 Fasting man gets so hungry he rips head off swan.

 Woman finds 100 year old sandwich behind skirting board.

 I shouldn’t laugh…..

Hello again.

This blog is never going to take off if I don’t blather on about crap more often. So here we go.

The dreaming is going well and I might even go so far as to pinpoint my success at wearing socks in bed. Forget the scarf, gloves, hat. Also a cat sleeping next to your head could be a factor. (That cat gets more pillow than me!)

The squashing people theme came out in another dream. I was on a motorway with a girl I knew from school and her mum. The car broke down and we pulled into a layby which had a big tanker in it with a flat tyre. The driver was trying to get the wheel off (it was as big as him!) and the tanker was rocking. I thought it was going to fall on me and as it tipped towards me I hopped to one side and it missed me. I turned around and saw my friend saying ‘Where’s my mum?’ - she’d been flattened by the tanker. It was really horrid, we had to ring for ambulances and I was desperately trying not to see, I think I realised it was ridiculous and the dream ended.

I also clearly remember a dream where I was styling my mother’s hair into a herringbone plait. She wanted me to stop but I persisted in doing it. We were all wearing mediaeval clothes..strange.

And obviously the weather is bothering me, I dreamed I was driving along a country road and the sea was coming over the walls and people were leaving their cars to try and walk.

My December gripes: 

Sainsbury’s aren’t selling Pferrenusse biscuits anymore - BOOOOOOO!
Its tooooooo busy everywhere
Its not cold enough
Its not Christmas yet!!! Sooooo excited!