Thursday, June 8, 2017

Mechanical Virus

There was a spider in the house. But it wasn't a normal house, it was one I'd not seen before. A friend managed to get it out of the door but it was huge, and it left behind a sack that I was convinced contained eggs. Sweeping the spider (about the size of a hand) out the door with a broom, the scene suddenly cut to the bedroom.

I was trying on clothes, trying to decide what trousers to wear. There were these cool black trousers that had highlights that glowed like something from Tron, but the person (I don't remember who it was) in the room told me they were over-trousers and I couldn't wear them. I needed to find some normal trousers. That's when the person's parter arrived. He was angry, and built like an american footballer. And there was me, without trousers.

The scene changed again, we were breaking into a base, and there was a virus that the villains were releasing. It could be controlled, and it started like a strange floating mass, glowing, about the size of an apple. It reached out tendrils, and was grabbing nails, tools, metal and anything it could find to absorb the materials and grow into a dangerous, sharp force that could pierce flesh and armour.

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Runaway Diamond

The motel room was being investigated by agents. There was a strange film, almost like a liquid cling-film over the glass on the door. It was solidifying, and becoming stronger. One of the agents had an elemental name, though I can't remember it now. I do remember thinking that they may have a connection to Sapphire and Steel, the old series from the 80's.

There was a couple on the floor, kissing, but covered in blood and the agents seemed to be ignoring them. There was a girl in the corner with a guitar, and she knew she had to get away. There was something wrong with the agents. The couple stopped what they were doing, and made for the exit.

Next thing I remember, was out in the parking lot, and the trio were about to make their escape. The agents were trapped in the motel room, the film on the door solidified harder than diamond. The girl threw her guitar, a bass, into the nearby trash and hopped onto the back of a motorcycle-sidecar.

The play's the thing

We'd gone to a play in London, a strange follow up to a massively popular play that we'd already seen, and were confused that they'd managed to create a sequel. Next to the theatre was a very old pub, and the landlord spent a while explaining the history of the place.

The play itself didn't seem to make any sense - there was a suitcase full of water and angels, a child was being frozen under the water, and then it stopped for the end of Act 1.

We left the theatre, and started walking home without returning for Act 2. We walked home through the park, passing various children who had been in the play who said hello and greeted us by name. Out in the green of the park, a brightly coloured parrot was attacking pigeons and it hovered in the air savaging them. I tried to shoo it away with a blanket I'd found.

Monday, February 6, 2017

Bugs under the skin

The kid came up to me and said "I had the same problem, you just need to dig it out".

I looked to my hand, opened my palm and I could see a little black hair sticking out. No, it wasn't a hair. It was a leg. I wiggled and squirmed, and eventually a flying ant crawled out of my skin. It crawled about a bit, then flew off.

I looked again, and another had started to creep out of my hand. It too crawled out and flew off.

A larger one tried to emerge from the heel of my palm, but it struggled and got stuck. I grabbed it, and pulled. It hurt, but not excessively, and a spider was pulled out. I freaked out a little and threw it across the room. My hand was messed up, little holes where the ants had crawled. They weren't bleeding, but in the biggest hole, where the spider had been, I could see a crater in the dermal layers going down to red-raw skin below.

I could feel something else moving in my arm.

The kid opened up a school drawing set, and withdrew a large set of compasses, only the point was larger, like a sharpened straw of glistening silver metal.

"That's it, you just need to dig it out," the kid said.

He grabbed the skin on the inside of my elbow, and forced it into a bulge I could poke with the compass point. Strangely, it didn't hurt, as a huge, hairy tarantula crawled out of the hole I'd made. There was no blood again, despite digging a hole out of my arm about two centimetres across. The tarantula crawled off, turned and looked at me, and did a mocking dance. I shoo'd it away, resisting the urge to kill it...

And then I woke up.

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Vans of Film-makers

The front of the house was mostly glass, a long window that stretched completely across the front. It was obscured by fragments of cling-film in sections, in multiple layers in some places. At intervals, pieces of torn paper hung in the cling-film, parts of shopping lists or notes from phone conversations hung in the air over the view outside.

Outside the door, a van pulled up so close it almost touched the door frame. It blocked the pavement outside. An old, blue van. The driver vanished before I could tell them to move.

There was a series of knocks on the windows, and I answered the door to find a group of film makers complaining that the van was in the way of walking along the pavement. I said it was nothing to do with me, not my van, and they'd have to wait for the owner to return. They tried to engage me in conversation, but I got frustrated, and my cat tried to get out of the door, so I shut it and ignored them.

I remember the driver returning to the van, holding an old cine-camera. The van darted off, over a crossroads and was followed by the film makers in an old ford escort, filming it and giving chase.

Sunday, November 6, 2016

Ocean inside of the World

The beach seemed to go on forever. I was walking along it, on a holiday with D, but the horizon curved upwards, as if we were on the inside of a giant sphere instead of standing outside the globe. The water was calm, almost still. I blue mirror of water.

There was a shop in the middle of all of this. It looked like a kiosk from the outside, but there was more inside. D was unsure which icecream she wanted when I offered to get one, and I headed inside. Up a small ladder, the counter was cramped. The lady behind the counter had a strong Spanish accent, and she had a large black dog that was very friendly. D finally came in, and I shouted over to show her the dog, but by that time it was sitting on my lap on the floor trying to lick my face.

And then I woke up.

Friday, October 21, 2016

Wedding Murders

I was at a strange party that was a combination of a wedding reception, and the celebration of the end of a play production. I remember getting into a huge lift with a group of the actors who were dressed in fake armour that was flexible. At the top of the lift, I remember getting out and there was an argument. There was a guy there who was acting like a robot - his actions were cold, deliberate and he was doing exactly what he had been programmed. He didn't look like a robot, just a normal young guy with close cut blond hair and wearing army green like an Action Man from the 70's.

He'd killed someone at the wedding, and things had started to get confusing. I remember trying to leave, and someone was pushed, landing with the back of their head being impaled on a wooden spike that was jutting out of a doorway. I started walking down the stairs, and I remember I was holding a pencil. The tip had broken off and I had crushed graphite all over my left hand. I touched the cream, expensive wallpaper, but didn't realise I was covered in this graphite, leaving a grey smudge down the wall. In amongst the murders and confusion I was worried that I'd damaged the wallpaper and was looking for something I could use to clean it as I walked down the stairs.

That's all I can remember.

Monday, October 10, 2016

Moving In

I was seventeen again. For some reason I was helping a girl from school move house, and was crammed into a van full of furniture and boxes. We arrived at the house, which was huge, old and had multiple entrances and immediately started carrying the boxes in.

Parts of the house were partitioned off with huge plastic sheets stretched tight over frames that acted as weird patio doors, but the plastic wasn't perfect, and gave everything a foggy look. It was where some of the walls should have been, and I kept walking into the while carrying stuff in. T that I used to work with many years ago was there, strange as he wasn't related to the girl whose house this was going to be. He hung around and directed where the boxes and furniture should go in his usual casual style.

Friday, October 7, 2016

LARP and Demonic Enemies

It was some kind of elaborate LARP. I wasn't sure what was going on. Part of it seemed to be real, like I was there and taking part, and parts of it felt like I was controlling what was going on with my character remotely, as if I was online and the game was miles away. I was a magic user, and I remember having to try to take down the bad guy while we were all running through the woods. I was shouting out spells, making hand gestures, but nothing was working, and I wasn't even sure how the rules worked. I was just making up words and shouting them out, until I finally shouted "Summon Demogorgon" and everyone just stopped and it was game over. I'd killed the bad guy, and all of us too.

We packed up and agreed to meet up later. We were out of the game but I knew something was wrong, and the demonic presence I'd summoned was still a danger in the real world. It was after someone.

I bundled the target into a car, the driver was going to take us to Scotland to get away from it, but he didn't want to know where it was exactly in case the presence could read his mind.

Monday, September 26, 2016

TV, Towers and Taxis

I was at home, but it wasn't any home I recognised. It just felt like home to me. My parents were there, which was odd. I remember turning on a huge TV on the wall, must have been 60"+. There was a programme on I wanted to see, but being a dream the remote control wasn't working properly and I couldn't get the volume to the correct level. It was either off (on mute) or insanely high.

I finally managed to get it to work, and the programme came on. It was a new drama featuring the kids from a recent, popular supernatural TV series. They had started putting together a towering cake in celebration of someone's birthday. It was multilayered, like a wedding cake, but each layer had candles. It must have been about 12ft tall.

By now, I was no longer watching this on TV, I was in the room of the programme I had been watching.

I was concerned about the candles, knowing that they would set fire to the card that kept the cake together of the layers above. But they kept going. One of the kids grabbed a goldfish out of a bowl and started climbing the ladder, saying the fish was important to finish the birthday surprise...

I worried about the fish, but discovered I was no longer in the room. I was in the back of a taxi travelling around a big city. The cab was a movie style yellow cab, and the driver had the fish hanging in a large bag from the rear view mirror. We were on our way to a big cinema, like the Chinese Theatre, to go to the premiere of a movie, but I didn't see what film it was. Before we could get there, I woke.

Friday, September 23, 2016

Bored Games

I was in a vast building that I later discovered was a school. It didn't look anything like any building I remember, but I knew the day was over and we had to leave. For some reason I seemed to be leading a class of late teens who were sitting around various rooms on the top floor looking bored. Some were playing board games, so I was obviously doing a great job of teaching.

Class had ended and we needed to get out, but most of the building was in shambles. Ruined and falling apart. I remember my wife being there, standing on a particularly fragile bit of floor. She didn't seem concerned, as it fell a couple of feet through to the floor below, held up by the furniture. She simply said that now she didn't have as far to go to get out of the building.

I rounded up the rest of the class, and tried to get everyone to leave, when I woke.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Office of Doom

The building was a mass of strange corridors, short flights of stairs, and doors that seemed to lead into more corridors and stairs. None of it made sense, but I knew there was something I had to do here and get out before I was discovered. The doors were wooden, varnished, and panelled with signs carved into little wooden plaques.

I remember thinking I was half way through giving myself a haircut. I knew it was incomplete, but the task at hand was more important. But it was too late. I'd been discovered. The only thing I could do was to distract them. When the first one opened his mouth to talk to me - a strange, generic businessman in a brown tweed suit and a shaved head - I just acted like I worked there and ask, "Do you know if we've been paid yet?"

As I moved about the place, opening doors that lead into the sides of corridors and stairs, more of these businessmen milled about, flooding out of lifts. I changed my direction over and over, distracting them with "Do you know if we've been paid yet?" and moving away as they stood in confusion, wondering that very thing to themselves.

Trees and Fire

I was in my childhood home. I loved that place. A huge, four bedroomed terraced house. I'd gone back there for the first time in years. I noticed that the house two doors down had vanished, and a construction crew was busy levelling the ground. Outside our old house a group of tourists/joggers wearing brightly coloured safety vests stopped, jogging in place. They looked at the map, but the place they wanted to be was the neighbour's house that had been removed so they simply jogged in place, looking confused.

Upstairs, the house was mostly the same as I remembered it. There was a sudden crash, and I looked out of the rear window to see a crane from the construction crew removing a massive tree. The didn't do a very good job, as the tree toppled and fell across the house. Parts of the branches burst into the house, breaking through the roof and some of the walls on all floors. For some reason (and it seemed totally logical) the tree was incredibly dry and the friction of dragging down the walls and roof made it burst into flame.

Starting at the top floor, I grabbed a black fire extinguisher and started putting out the fires and making my way down, ensuring the fires were all out. I remember thinking that the fires were out and we were safe when I woke up.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Tactical Wargaming

It was like a massive video game. We had to defend ourselves against horrible enemies, but my troops were the native inhabitants of the country, armed only with primitive weapons. We'd lost so many troops, it was getting close to being a lost hope.

Our only chance was to sneak into the fortifications of the opponents, strange yellow creatures with massive eyes, and slip something into their water supply.

We lost many getting in, even manipulating the land to create better defences didn't help, it just alerted the enemy to our presence. But we made it into the strange centre of their fort and we started pouring something from a black bag into their water supply, watching it turn a fizzing blue. The yellow creatures started to lose intelligence and motivation. We'd won, but it was at a terrible cost.

Strange pits and Sledding

Something weird was going on. It was snowing, and I was near Coney Island. I've never been to the States, so this was how my mind imagined it would be - a strange mixture of what I'd seen on TV and the suburbs of Australia. The snow was deep however, deep enough to sled.

There were a group of kids, and they were standing on the sidewalk, jumping up and down. There was a kid sliding down the hill on a sled, and I remember looking like a movie camera, following the kid down until they reached the other kids when he/she suddenly vanished under the snow. There was a hole, hidden under the surface, and the kid just vanished. The others jumped up and down shouting - this is just what happened last time!

I ran over and started digging at the snow, hoping to uncover the hole so we could rescue the child. I started pulling junk out and throwing it over my shoulder, frantic to find the kid.

An old woman came out of the house nearby smoking a cigarette, shouting - "You found his entrance. You better not go down there! That's where he lives. The famous Coney Island Reptile Boy."

Then I woke.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Basement of Art

Dream: I was in my childhood bedroom, trying to entertain a couple of people who seemed to be an amalgamation of one of my niece and a work colleague. She was obviously bored, so we left and went outside. Across a busy street with heavy traffic in both directions I could see someone I used to work with in my previous job. She was moving into a new ground-floor flat with a girlfriend and we went over to say hello.

The front of the flat was completely glass, but some of it had broken and there was a workman putting new panes of glass in. The flat was mostly concrete and bare, but there was a strange square hole in the floor which I pointed out was dangerous. S said that it was the entrance to the rest of the flat, and we descended on a dangerous looking square lift. There was a lot more to the flat, two more floors underground, with brick and stone-clad walls that gave it the impression of a much older building. At the lowest floor was a huge kitchen, and I started to wonder how S could afford such a place, she was always so bad with money.

There was a servant in victorian era cook's outfit milling about and seeing to the food, and there was an odd annex. A strange little room where a few people were carrying props and illustrations, before one of them finally shouted - "Look, we've got it!" They posed, with the cook, and it looked like a classical painting. The painting had stars and light, which they reconstructed by setting fire to the cook's hat. The cook wasn't impressed, and the strange men laughed and wandered off.

I pondered the basement and how it worked. There were three lifts at least.

And then I woke.

Monday, July 22, 2013

In Your Face

Dream: I was sitting at a table with my partner and another woman. This other wasn't someone I recognised, though she could have been someone off of the TV. She was someone my partner worked with, but not in reality. We'll call her M.

M was an intense girl. When she spoke to people she liked to get into their personal space and get so close that her nose almost touched the person she was speaking to. M spoke to my partner, and I could see it wasn't a pleasant experience, and I pulled them apart. I turned to M and explained to her that it wasn't nice to get so "in your face" when speaking, and that it was an invasion of space. M leaned in to me and put her face almost against mine and continued on without really understanding.

I tried to explain that with your face that close, if I mumbled, or spoke very quietly, she wouldn't be able to understand as she couldn't see my lips move to work out what I said.


Then I was walking over a bridge. It was an old bridge with art deco street lights. A team of workers were painting the bridge white, but they had only completed half of it. The were painting every part, including the floor.

As I crossed, a man ran up behind me incredibly fast. He seemed to be so impatient that he didn't wait to get around me (even though there was plenty of room) and he jumped off the the side of the bridge, and into the water. But he was running so fast, that he didn't sink, he just continued running on the surface until he hit dry land and ran off.

When I reached the other side of the bridge, some people I recognised were there. They were people I used to hang around with, but not any more. They were hosting a huge musical number with around twenty people all singing and dancing this strange tune and blocking my path. They danced around me, singing and spinning me around trying to make me dizzy and trying to force me back towards the river.

I kept protesting, saying that I couldn't swim, but they kept pushing and spinning me, the leader of the group grinning... this was all planned...

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Cathedral Climb

I suddenly become conscious where before, apparently, I wasn't.
I am in a massive cathedral  Apparently, I am standing under the tower; but instead of a roof directly above me, I can see all the way up, and there are no stairs. The sumptuousness of this place cannot be over-emphasized: beautiful cloths, deep red in colour, line everything; gold, brass, even gems guild each object here. I cannot see myself; nor do I know (or even wonder) why I am here. A man, apparently a priest, wearing a smock (which is also incredibly intricate, a deep red colour overlaying a white dress, pure as a cloud)  is climbing the wall. He is young, and at times it seems my consciousness is within him, that I am the one climbing, even as I watch myself climb.

He suddenly slips. My consciousness returns to my vantage from the floor. For a second, everything holds still; then, he falls. His face is a mask of terror, his arms in front of his face desperate to protect himself at landing. There is no sound, or at least, I cannot hear it. All I can see is him falling.... onto the pulpit. 

As befits this place, the pulpit is huge, stairs winding around it. It is also made entirely out of diamond. The man's body hits it; hard. His body is a wreck, though I cannot be sure if he is dead, for at that moment, the dream ends....

....and i awake, my heart feeling like I have just run a marathon. I doubt I will be able to sleep again soon. The final image of the man is set in my mind, and I cannot forget it.

Friday, April 12, 2013

Intruder Alert

Dream: I'm in our bedroom a drunk man falls through the window onto the floor wearing a beanie hat. I ask him to leave as I am scared. He is very slow and reluctant to leave. My husband offers to show him his muscles but I ask him not to as it won't help. He walks out of our room into our child's room. 

I don't like this and shove him out as I feel he has discovered our secret. I look in on W and he is sitting reading a book happily on his bed so I am comforted. Th intruder goes downstairs towards the front door but then turns and goes into the kitchen. I finally get him out by pushing him out of the front door and bolting many locks. I try to turn off the lights so I can see him on the street but it takes ages to turn the right switch. When I do it I look for him up the road and he is pulling up his trousers and pants after urinating in the street. He walks up the road gesticulating at me and now has long hair. An old fashioned fire engine covered with flashing modern lights comes down the road next to him and I am disappointed it isn't a police car and cannot help me.

Campsite Tramps

Dream: I am topless and walking around a campsite at dawn not expecting to see anyone. I come across two older ladies walking their dogs and I panic that they will see me, so I start to run. 

A sheep starts to chase me to keep up but the lady catches him and says weird things like, "Did you see that sheep run?" In our campsite, M and I are staying in my grandmother's caravan without her knowing. I suggest we stay until Monday and let C know to come over. A tramp that I've noticed a lot around the city comes out of a forest with other tramps wearing pink boots and a Barbie helmet, obviously high on drugs. I ask him if he has been taking drugs and he says he has. I jokingly tell him off and how disappointed I am with him.