Well, Christmas is over and I’m never doing it again. As always, I cooked far too much, ate far too much, and ended up inviting far too many people round. The result has been a painful food coma from about 7pm to now, where I am wide awake assessing tomorrows clean-up operation.
On that note, never have a white tiled floor, or if you do, invest in a half mile long doormat. One rain shower and a few guests result in your whole home looking like a WWII trench.
Anyway, I’m quite annoyed to be awake but for the past few weeks, I’ve been having epic dreams. The one I just woke from now takes this a bit to the extreme. In this case, I thought I’d share it.
To start, my dreams have been pretty epic recently due to the fact that I keep seeming to live entire lives in them. This and the fact that people keep showing up in them who are like dream invaders or visitors, not normal dream background characters. - Anyway, here it goes:
This latest one starts with me being a young woman. I’m walking past the entrance to a park in somewhere which feels like it’s near London. It’s getting dark and I have no intention of going in. However, there are two men walking out shouting. They have lost their dog and are calling for him.
They get close and I stop them to ask what their dog’s name is. At this point, one of the men starts saying something indistinct like regular dream speak. However, the other person stands out because its like they are not a dream person. They even stare at me like they are bemused by the fact I’m there. “Don’t go in there,” he says.
I ask again what the dogs name is and start walking into the park anyway. The ‘real’ dream person shouts at me. "Just say Winston."
So I’m walking in this park and I pass a turn off in the path. I can go straight ahead and continue in a circle until I arrive back at the park entrance, or I can go left. There is just one problem. There is a wire fence cutting off the path and the direction it leads in. Through it I see an old black/grey alsatian running toward me and two men walking away behind it with their back to me.
I shout through the fence and ask if they have seen a black labrador pup. Then the men turn slowly in shock that someone has addressed them. They don’t say anything, though. They can’t because the lower half of each of their faces is just bare bone. Below the nose is just what is essentially a skull.
I realize that beyond the fence is a kind of sanctuary for people like that and try to apologize. Then I continue on around the park.
Briefly, I end up in some woods I know from my childhood (though not my actual, real-life childhood). I am happy but I start to sense something following me. I also suddenly remember that my father (though again not in real life) was murdered a while ago, and that (somehow) I now know exactly who did it. I start running, aware that the thing following me makes the world not exist behind it as it follows.
I get out of the park. I run into the city, and I head to a skyscraper with a pyramid on top. This is police HQ.
I rush into an elevator and wait for the doors to open on the top floor. However, when I get out, I realize something is wrong. I arrive in a huge stone walkway leading to a terrace overlooking the city. On each side beside me, there are two pyramids. In the distance, I also hear a door close and a woman in high heels start walking in my direction.
There is something evil about the woman and I feel trapped. I don’t want to see her. However, I remember I am dreaming and decide to run straight ahead and fly off the terrace. I do this. I jump into the air over the city and start swimming through it. However, the air starts to get thick and impossible to move in, leaving me just hanging there with this woman standing on the terrace behind.
"You can’t do that here," she says. And then I start to feel myself being turned around to look at her. Then, though, I remember what the man at the start of the dream said, and I shout out "Winston!"
And then I am wide awake thinking, “where the hell did that come from?”
Crazy or what? Other dreams like this have involved me uncovering a mad scientist hanging black packets of disease from and old loom and blowing it into the air to cause an epidemic. There was also a pretty epic one a few days ago where I moved to this village I loved, only to have all these ultra-real dream people start coming up to me at the village bus stop and in the local bar, to say. "You can’t stay here."
Then there was one where I ran an organic vegan food shop in LA and basically lived a full boing day replenishing stock and making people bowls of granola musli, before all this water started gathering around my feet in the kitchen and I knew that a tsunami was coming.
It’s all very odd. I have had lots of epic dreams in the past, usually when I fast. Never, though, have I had epic dream after epic dream every night for long periods like 3-weeks. I can’t even take a nap on the sofa without having one.
Anyway, since this one got me out of bed, I thought I’d share it. Your job now is to be my psychoanalyst/spiritual advisor. - Try and be kind, though.