Hazy Dream (2007)

I was in a European style restaurant in London, small and quaint with a horribly predictable magnolia look to the whole place. Inadvertently I was in the midst of a murder case it seemed. The waitress was very concerned about the dead body in the restaurant upstairs and insisted I went to investigate it.
Upon checking it again she realised it was a customers father, although he did not look familiar and my detective skills weren't up to standard it seemed. Back to the restaurant for a strong drink then the Australian waiter casually started nattering to me. Most perplexing that he was not more worried about the fact he was working in a murder scene.
Finding it all rather stressful I went for a stroll down cobbled pavements in London. Imagine my surprise when I saw the Dewar Statue (Statue of the Late First Minister Donald Dewar) moving around on tram rails. It was jet black in the dream and my whole perception of the area I was in seemed to be more 19th Century after that.

Second Recent Dream (August 2008)

I was in my local again and it was like I had never left although I haven't been there in years. The local bruiser in the boozer was up to his old tricks and trying to start fights with anybody that blinked. Some of the guys there had enough and eventually knocked him to the ground with a pool cue. As the evening wore on he was still on ground and looking very poorly. He was still incredibly verbally abusive and threatening to everybody around.
Then we started to notice that pool balls were seeping out of his torso, each one representing a certain ability or feature of one's health. For example I seemed to remember motor skills and his immune system being represented. The more angry he got with the people around him the more they smashed.
He lost a lot that night!

First Recent Dream (July 2008)

"I was at my fathers house in a small village where I met my cousin who I had not seen in years. He took me to my home city where Enya was playing at a small nightclub. I walked to find tickets but didn't have any luck. In frustation I went to the nightclub and was delighted to remember I ran the place anyway. It was owned by a large local nightclub.

A friend of mine who I used to work with reminded me it was an opening night and he had brought a compere on to get the night going. As there were a lot of T.V cameras on I was eager not to have the complete piss taken out of me and did a good job of ducking and speaking to people at the right moment.
My friend then took me aside and said he had finally passed his test (he's in his late 20s) but hit a train in the Netherlands on his first proper outing and the head of The Driving Association (in the Netherlands) tried to ban him.
I had few words of comfort for him.

First Dream

Hello and Welcome to my blog. I should note right from the start that there will little reality on these pages so don't try using anything on here in real life. That would be fairly preposterous anyway. I'm going to add some dreams from my past as it were then add new ones when they happen.