Sometimes I have very vivid and strange dreams. I usually remember them when I wake up, but by the time I try and tell people them only snippets are left. So I have decided to start writing them down as soon as I wake. This was last night’s:
I am with the boychild and we are manoeuvering a large upright piece of something like plywood, at least 10ft by 10ft that may or may not be on wheels. He is at the back and I’m at the front. We are stopped at a red traffic light. Opposite us is a road sign pointing up a hill, which says “Castle”. There are two policemen on the corner who are watching us, so I say loudly “well this will teach us for going the wrong way up a one way street!”. The light changes to green and the boy and I manoeuvre the thing round the corner to the left and up the hill.
As we go round the corner I realise it’s a ramp of a multi-storey car park. We make it to the top of the ramp and then we are faced with a tiny passageway after which there is a railing, big step down and two paths. The right hand path is all uneven slabs of stone, almost medieval in appearance and looks dangerous as it twists and turns down the hill. The left hand path is brick and new and runs straight down the hill. I tell the boychild to wait and I’ll move the thing we’re carrying over the railing and onto the path. There’s a crowd of people behind us now and as I get myself on to the left hand brick path, they start telling me I’m going the wrong way. I continue down the brick path, wheeling this large piece of whatever it is to the bottom.
When I reach the bottom I realise both paths lead to the same place, a small bit of pedestrian road with an entrance on the right hand side which says “Castle Entrance”. I suddenly realise the boychild is not with me. I remember that he is wearing navy board shorts and a navy and white check shirt. I scan the crowd frantically but can’t see him anywhere and start to panic. I can’t leave my wooden thing anywhere as someone might steal it (seriously, a 10 foot square piece of plywood? I think I’d spot anyone walking off with it) so start to wheel it back up the brick path asking people if they’ve seen him.
At this point I half wake up, panicking that I’ve lost him. I try desperately to get back to sleep so I can get back into the dream to find him. Two seconds later he wanders into the bedroom and climbs in bed with me, moulding himself against me so we’re spooning, and I relax and go back to sleep.
I’m on a boat and my parents are there. It’s stormy and dark, and there are crates and dogs (?) floating in the water. Dad is trying to help rescue them and Mum and I are trying to explain to him that the other boat helping us has no lights and won’t be able to find its way back to the harbour, so eventually he agrees and we dispatch the world’s smallest boat back to land and head back in the enormous yacht we appear to be in.
I’m on a small bus with my dad. It’s during the day. He’s explaining that there was a freak tornado which caused the accident in the sea. We go past a football ground right next to the road we’re on. There is a grandstand which is a white art deco style building on two sides of the pitch and the ground is completely open to the road on the other two sides. I notice a big sign by the side that says “IN”. The bus goes round a corner and the sea is the other side of the football pitch, with a promenade. Dad gets off the bus telling me he is going to miss his golf game.
I realise after he has got off the bus that I meant to get off with him. I press the “STOP” button and wait for the bus to get to the next stop, but the driver tells me it’s a mile away so he’ll let me off anyway and pulls over. I cross the road and see my dad playing pitch and putt. I go over to him joking that I thought he meant a real golf game and he says “this IS real golf!”. I look around and there seem to be hundreds of people all trying to play, and realise that the green grass is actually knitted and woven, and there are holes every couple of feet that people are trying to putt into.
Very, very odd. And absolutely nothing in that dream that I can explain. Nothing!
