Car at the bar

I had a million dreams between 7 and 8 this morning. I only remember part of one.

I had driven to meet David and a friend at a bar. I left the car parked along the street at a meter. I went in and they ordered me a cocktail. Having a drink reminded me I was driving, which reminded me to check on the car. I went to check and the car was gone. I was very worried but David was so calm and reassured me that we'd simply pick the car up from wherever it had been taken tomorrow! But I had no idea whether it was taken by parking enforcement -or by a thief-. I was not going to have a very fun night. My alarm woke me up.

Good Times, Bad Times

I was out in the Mini with David. We stopped near a wide river on a late summer evening. Some people were camping around the corner but other than their tent in the distance we were alone. I noticed a huge fish swim by. It was the size of a dolphin. Then another, then another. All of a sudden we looked up and there was hundreds of them gathered across the river in front of us. Very big, dark blue/gray, whale-like things.

I turned around and it was daylight.

I was stood by the car talking to some other people parked in the spaces near the river. All of a sudden I decided to check to see if the car was on double yellow lines. Under the ivy that was growing near the car I saw double yellows. I looked up and there was a young traffic warden, he looked like a cross between Joe Fulford from school and Connor from work. I got in the car to move it and he explained that he would still have to give me a parking ticket. David was shouting "just drive away he can't ticket you" but I decided to roll the car back a little and talk my way out of the ticket. While I was talking to him the car continued to roll back a bit and I had to keep adjusting the handbrake. I was worried it was a distraction from my story about knowing people that look like him.

There could be no clearer portrayal of my depression since David left England on Thursday.

Food

Was in Tesco. Then a Tesco style warehouse that was very dark but the shelving was all lit. Each apartment had a shelf for it's food and then away from the shelving was food prep areas, each apartment had about 2 metres with trays above and below.

Then I was in a house in what seemed like Spain. It had several layers, you could go into the basement but it had windows, and then you could go down another level which still had a window looking out to the beach. It seemed like we were all cramming into a kitchen and then each took turns giving cooking classes.

Driving over a cyclist.

I was driving along a road, up a slight hill in the countryside, when I noticed 2 guys ride bikes over the brow of the hill. They were coming down the hill on the path on my side of the road. I could see they wanted to cross and were watching to jump onto the road after I had passed. I got closer and could see one of them was about to ride into the road too early. I think it was Rob Cranberry from Misbourne School, I saw him on facebook recently. He went under the side of my car and I ran over him. I stopped. Then we were in hospital. He had bandages over his eyes. He might not be able to see out of one of them. He and his Mother left the room and the nurse handed me his prescription bill with two items on. I protested my innocence, saying that he rode his bike under my car and that it wasn't my fault. I felt bad for him but I was a little annoyed that they placed blame on me. Still it's lucky he didn't die or it wouldn't be a prescription I'd be worried about.

Sausage Lion

David and I were staying at a big house and there was a few dogs walking around. Their backs were tattooed. We both realised we had seen the dog we had always wanted, a sausage dog and decided we should find him and keep him. We picked him up and he was perfect. Suddenly we were in Tesco car park and the dog was lost. We found a similar one but knew we couldn't give up searching for ours. We tried to get back in the big house but were locked out.

Stevie Nicks at the Royal Albert Hall

From May.
Me, David and some others were at a Stevie Nicks concert at the Royal Albert Hall. We were seated in one of the upper levels but we managed to get down in front of the stage. A backing singer collapsed and the concert turned into mayhem. But I think the show continued.

6 weeks after M&S, Madonna now works at Tesco...

I was at work and a customer asked for some cooked steak strips they serve hot in a bag ready to eat (we do not sell these). I said I'd take a look out the back and see if there were any coming out. I went out the back and they weren't cooking anything, but I found some kind of flavoured gum or I said my gum was the flavour of steak and offered him some to eat with other food to get the flavour.
I looked over and Madonna was on the shop-floor going through some green trays of stock. I offered to just double check whether we had any uncooked steak to give to the guy. I went back through the tunnel out the back and found some steaks. As I left the fridge, Madonna came through the tunnel, I turned around and she was going in the fridge. I said over my shoulder 'Hey Madge'. I couldn't think of anything else, I was rushed as she was disappearing into the fridge. I wasn't sure if she heard me so I waited a second and she leaned her head back out of the door flaps and winked at me.
I gave the customer the steak and went back to the chiller. Madonna was going through more green trays out the back. I guess it was tour stock but I'm not sure why she came into the fridge. I guess her stuff got mixed up with my stuff because there was meat and headphones and wires and stuff all tangled up together. I said 'this is so gross', and she was like 'it really is.' And I spoke to her about wanting to be vegetarian and how I'm getting better at it. 'Look at all this gross meat' I said. There was meat and blood everywhere in the trays. I told her 'I would not eat any of this..unless it was steaming hot on a plate in a restaurant!'. She agreed and we both laughed.

Madonna working at M&S

We were in a 'Marcs and Spencer' which had opened up in LA. A grocery store/clothing store popular in England. Madonna was wearing the new uniform, grey high-waisted trousers and a black slim fit shirt with green stripe along the top. She was getting very involved with the clothing line. Taking control and recommending clothes to people. I left with a sweater I didn't really like and went back in to exchange it. She gave me the same sweater which she had now personalised. I think she had added a kind of spider's web made of string underneath the original design, a photograph of a city. I disliked this one even more but took it anyway.

Dream or film?

I saw a photo on tumblr today and had a flashback to a film or dream I watched or had when I was younger. We'll never know.

The Impostor

I vaguely remember being at a meal with David. On our table were a group of 50-60 year old important men. I was talking very comfortably with them. I looked over and saw Mila and Ashton sat on the next table, and I thought to myself - I probably don't realise who I'm talking to.

Later, I was at a very big house with David. The owner of the house took David to show him something down a small thin staircase to the basement. When they came back into the room, I was removing a ceramic plate and something else from under my shirt and returning them to the table. I don't know how they got there. I wasn't stealing them, but it certainly looked like it.

Since I got back to England, my brain is probably hyper-experiencing the difference between Hollywood and Princes Risborough. (Sun/Snow, David/No David). Maybe since returning to my hometown, I feel like I was an impostor amongst the Hollywood crowd.

Howard Stern and old people.

We took the shortcut up Mount Olympus and got to the part where you can't turn right. We were waiting to go straight when we noticed the car in front of us was Howard Stern in a weird beat up old Beetle. We honked and threw out fists in the air to show our appreciation and he drove slowly on while talking to us. For some reason with all the windows down, we could all have a perfectly good conversation car to car.

As we drove on the dream changed a little and I was in a new car driving an old man somewhere. I seemed to be testing new cars and speaking to old people a lot. David and I came back from somewhere looking for one of the new cars I was driving in the car park. The car was in a disabled space and there was an old man sitting in the passenger seat. The steering wheel was on the right. I asked if he was ok and he wanted chocolate. I looked in the door of the car and found kids surprise balls with chocolate inside, but there was about 15 tiny chocolate balls, the size of ball bearing, and we both agreed we weren't about to fiddle around opening all those.

Flight

I was in Risborough at our old house when a plane flew over us accompanied by a jet. I was looking at the jet when I realised the plane was upside down, like in the film Flight. The planes flew over before circling back over the house heading towards the Whiteleaf Cross. The big plane crashed in a huge fireball, not sure if the small plane made it or not.

Yellow rain

It's been a while and I've forgotten a lot of dreams but I just woke up from a wild one.

For some reason my family lived in the High Street in Princes Risborough. My brothers Jack and Luke were playing upstairs, one of them had a friend over. I was looking out the window when I noticed a lot of things floating in the sky, in a swirly line. Balloons, toasters, and all kinds of random things were up there floating around. All of a sudden, a huge digger fell from the sky landing in the High Street. For some reason there was more people in the house now. I tried to shout and tell them that diggers were falling from the sky outside but nobody seemed to listen. I could see people outside scrambling to safety. There was some men shouting further along the street, one of the men was trying to tell everybody that it was the beginning of something horrible and we should take cover immediately, but the other men were trying to shut him up. I tried to move my brothers downstairs from the front bedroom but they were too excited with whatever game they were playing to listen to me. When I finally got them onto the staircase the boy that was visiting ran out to his Dad on another kind of digger and drove it away with his Dad in the passenger seat. He was only around 12 years old.