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.

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.

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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...

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.

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.

Room At The Top

Dream: The top floor was haunted. There was something weird going on in there, and the room had been sealed for the last thirteen years. I was fascinated by it, and lay on the stairs to the top floor of the three storey georgian house, staring at the wall where the door used to be. It was covered in warnings, posters, newspaper, and everything, but you could still see where countless locks and padlocks remained buried behind layers of paper. No one could get close to it, there was just something bad in there and you started to feel worse the closer you got.

I gave up and went back down to the second floor. The wedding reception was continuing at great pace, and B continued past in a grey suit, following the rest of the guys from the wedding in traditional conga style. Very drunk, very much enjoying the evening. The only problem was, I knew there was something wrong with B's new bride, E. She wasn't who she appeared to be. She had created a completely fake persona, backed it up with fake profiles online, even photoshopped documents. But we knew differently, we knew who she really was and we were determined to expose her lies.

D was busy checking through papers downstairs, before the owner of the ground floor shop returned. The newsagents was normally busy, but the only person who'd been in that evening was someone dropping off those annoying free magazines about local events. It was then that D found something. Proof that E wasn't who she appeared. Typically, that was when the owner of the shop returned and we had to leave, to head back upstairs to the reception.

When we returned, E was heading up the stairs again to the top floor, where the sealed room was. I followed, to see her ripping the paper off of the walls and door, wrenching the door open with superhuman strength. He face contorted, turned into that of a giant dog or wolf, and whatever it was that was in there emerged. The two locked in combat, E-dog biting the thing in the face, and then I woke...

Time Travelling Workplace

Dream: I was at work. It was obvious that it was a typical work-anxiety dream. The shop where I was working was being rearranged, and I moved some of the large shelving units and discovered a door that wasn't there before. I opened it, and there was a small hallway, with a door at the end, and some stairs going up. It looked a bit like a fire exit from the rest of the building. Through the door at the opposite end, I opened it and it lead into the shop next-door. But something was wrong. It was empty, deserted, and the shelves were empty. I realised that this was the shop next-door, but before it had opened. The door had lead me back into the past.

I retreated back into the my workplace, and explained to the person I was with what had happened. Curious to see if it was still like this, we both went through the door again, but when we opened the second one, the shop was gone, replaced by open ground and an old factory across the road. It felt like I was in the right place, but it was before WWII, before the area had been destroyed by bombs.

Strange Stairs and Film Crews

Dream: I'd just returned home, though it was a strange house, to find the front door was open and a TV film crew was wandering around looking for new locations for their action series. D greeted me and told me how exciting it was, but I was more concerned about all of the animals escaping out of the front door.

My aunt arrived on the doorstep, she was confused and unsure of what was going on. It was the first time she'd seen the house so I offered to show her around. Thinking it best to avoid the film crew, I decided to show her around upstairs first, but the stairs were strange and suddenly narrowed.

A family came down the stairs as we were going up, parents and two very young blonde girls. One of them looked unstable on the bit of stairs where you had to cross using a plank, and she fell, throwing herself backwards into the corridor of the floor below. I looked in relief as she looked back up at us, she was okay if a little scared.

The house continued up, more floors than it should logically have, ending in a hatch in the roof. I was about to open it when I woke.

High Seas Terror

Dream: I was on a huge ship, like a modern cruise liner, and I'd managed to track down a notorious terrorist. I met up with C, she was my partner on this mission to take the terrorist down. But when I told her that I'd found him, she told me we had to let him go, despite the long line of murdered wives he was leaving behind, like some modern Bluebeard.

I couldn't leave it at that, and went below decks to put a stop to it. Under the deck, the ship was ancient, like an old pirate ship. I snuck around and knew where I needed to be. I had to open a hatch, but it was being guarded by two rather inept pirates.

Lifting the lid of the hatch, instead of a way down to the next level, the hatch revealed parts - components of something, each part made out of a large shape carved out of wood. One of the pieces didn't fit, and I managed to grab it and use it to knock out the two pirates. But then I woke.