After an 11 hour sleep due to an incoming cold and a raging hangover I have had so many dreams last night, more so that I am actually more tired than I should be. I always think that if your ill or hung over you have far more dreams thank usual with some really weird content included. They say dreams are a part of you subconscious which works away through the day and picks up on things you may have seen or thought about without you realising you have done so. Sometimes I know this is true (for example, when watching a scary movie you see that exact same monster in your dream) but then I wonder “why the hell was I thinking about that/them”! It started like this….
Main points of last nights Dream(s)
- Running. Lots.
- Pregnancy
- My Interview with ITV
- WH Smiths in Charles Street
- Man in Black Car
- Same Man in Changing Room
- My Car by Kebab House
Explanation of Points
Running in my dream was immense. I have no idea why it was that bad, but it kept me awake most of the night. It was like the video game Worms. There were different levels and I kept running back and forth all the time delivering certain things. It was absolutely exhausting and lasted about 6 hours up until 4am this morning. I thought I was going mad and I nearly got up as it was really frustrating having the same motions going through my head. I lay in bed and thought to myself “please relax and have a nice dream” which then led to the pregnancy.
The pregnancy and I can only assume is an attribute of my longing for a child of my own one day and also because I watched Dangerous Liaisons yesterday and Uma Thurman gets pregnant by John Malkovich (errghh). My dream was almost in the same periodical setting and I think (but am not sure) that I lost it. There was a hazy part of the dream where somebody pushed me over onto the floor and then I switched to my next dream.
I was in the ITV Studio and someone pushed a microphone into my hand and said you need to be a Reporter! I started panicking because the teleprompter in front of me was too small and I couldn’t read the writing so I had to go down a flight os stairs and get closer to it. The room was all pine and it had deep red sofas which were uncomfortable to sit on. The teleprompter became a TV and it had an old-fashioned aerial on top and an alarm clock that didn’t work. I did my piece and then ran away only to be told that I had to do another bit and that I didn’t get the job! VERY very weird. I am not the most confident of people when it comes to speaking in front of others and this most likely proves it when I was panicking in my dream. I went with my tail between my legs and went back to my day job which was disappointing.
WH Smiths (a book store) was opening in Charles Street (a very dilapidated shopping area in Milford Haven) and for some reason I was waiting there for a man who I had met who was driving a black Golf. The man was good-looking and had some sort of resemblance to someone who I like! He said to me to wait in the shop and he would come back. I waited there for 3 hours but no sign of him! When I went outside it became a changing room in a High School and he came up behind me and pushed me into a cubicle (all romantic like!) and then a Teacher came round the corner and he freaked out so ran away! This then led to me going down the road and spotting my car parked next to the Kebab House. It was in all its resplendent colour of bright orange and some lads I know were with me and they commented on it saying how nice the car was. They helped me with some shopping (no idea where it came from) then I turned around and spotted myself in a group of singers dressed in black training with a Teacher!
It then ended with getting in a bus and the man was in there but he had become fat and ugly and totally unattractive.
Then I woke up.
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