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.

Automaton Heads

There was a group of us, and I knew I wasn't me. It was like watching a movie and I was an omnipotent camera following the group along. There were four in the group. Two men, two women. They were walking through the city at night, heading to what was supposed to be a fantastic exhibition of robots that everyone was talking about.

There was a moment when the guys tried to show off a bit to the girls, in a bit of a drunken haze. One took it too far when he tried to show off his sexual abilities in the streets and everyone walked off disgusted, leaving him to catch up.

One of them spotted some shadows moving on the walls and they walked through some alleyways and onto a wider cobbled street. The shadows were huge and of strange looking robots. When they looked, they could see the robots were only about 3-4ft tall, and their shadows just made them look huge.

The group followed, until eventually the robots settled in the middle of a street, taking up both sides. This was the exhibition, but it was more of a roving street art tour. The lead robot came over to the guys, and you could see that they were once living creatures - the heads were disgusting, stripped of bits of flesh, rotting, and positioned on the top of robot bodies.

"You must prove yourself living by experiencing pain," said the lead one to one of the guys. He was then cut in the face by other robots, and when he cried out the robots seemed to be satisfied. The girls looked on in horror.

The lead robot turned to the other man.

"Now you must experience pain. Although, I can see you already have." The scene changed as his past was displayed for everyone to see. He had a brother once and they tried to cross a river. His brother was struggling, and fell. His anguished face froze as the scene paused as a highly realistic hologram.

"This is the pain you live with every day, but you hide it, like a robot. Like us."

Then I woke up.

The Lion King

Dream: I was in a strange open hall, with an audience sat around the outside. For some reason I was taking part in a drama, where I was the head of a pride of lions. I was wearing a fake lion head, a huge thing that could mimic my facial expressions for the part, despite it looking like it was mainly made out of cardboard.

The play started, the crowd was silent, and I was crawling on all fours, pretending to be the pride leader. Strange creatures were coming in from the edges of the stage. I tried to bargain with them, there was lots of emotion and I could feel like I was a talking lion. It was weird. I offered the creatures my own life in exchange for that of my mate and cubs. The creatures backed off, the lights went up and the audience applauded.

It was the intermission, and I was mingling with the crowd. People were congratulating me on my performance. As I wandered around, the intermission allowed for makeshift stalls to be set up around the stage, and I continued around the edge of the stage looking at the vendors' wares. One was a couple of girls who'd a stall of old toys, cars and a construction set. I asked them where they'd found them, and they said they'd bought them in a jumble sale.

Then I woke up!

Fake Illusions

Dream: I had been invited to a seminar by a world renowned faith healer, a west indian whose name I couldn't remember. He was supposed to be the most important figure of his kind, and the seminar attracted a lot of people, some of them were my family, others were important figures in politics and celebrity.

We sat on folding chairs and awaited the faith healer's entrance. He strode in, escorted by a member of the British royal family, but I can't remember which one. As he walked in, I remember being mesmerised by his shoes. He wore soft shoes, almost like a mix between Japanese Tabi and ladies court shoes. Everyone in the room was fascinated by the shoes as well.

It was well known that the highlight of his seminar was when he was supposed to levitate. I was sceptical, expecting the same old trick like those street magicians. Suddenly he launched himself and levitated five feet in the air. Everyone gasped and was entranced by this miracle, but everyone was staring at his feet. I looked up, and could clearly see the transparent plastic wires that were attached to his belt, holding him up.

I got up, and disappointed I left, but the huge amounts of security wouldn't let me leave, so I ended up sitting on some steps within the building, waiting for the sham of a show to end.

A Smaller Vision

Dream: We'd moved house for some reason. It was a huge building in a vast terrace - all of the houses were joined and were so big that you could walk through the middle of the houses like they were part of the street. We'd bought a flat, but all I saw were two big living rooms, joined in the middle by an archway. Outside, it was snowing.

We'd invited some friends over to the new place, it was still a mess, but already had that lived in feel, with a lot of clutter and trinkets like a typical old house. My wife had bought a new TV, replacing our own. It was tiny. A 6" screen in an antique wooden cabinet with dials and a brown speaker at the side of it. The grainy little image was black and white.

As our guests started to arrive, friends from my wife's place of work (and some odd guy I didn't recognise, maybe he wasn't supposed to be there) I asked how she was going to play video games on it or watch BluRays. There wasn't a Scart socket, never mind an HDMI port... it just had an old coaxial input. On the screen was her favourite video game, but it was hard to see it.