Visit to London

I arrived in London with my girlfriend. We arrived into a big station with no plan for the day. I noticed my favourite band were playing so we would seek tickets to see them. Whilst heading out I realised I lost my black jacket (at least 8 years old) so I rushed back to find it.
We got onto a bus which looked more like a tube train in the inside apart from the fact there was a driver.
The driver was extremely friendly and had a strong Cockney accent. He started telling us some history about the sights we were passing and speaking to everyone.
The man in the seat behind me looked familiar and I quickly realised it was a young version of Paul Ince. The driver at the time was talking about the first OJ Simpson trial but couldn't remember his first name! Paul Ince then started telling me he played for Hull when the first trial (please note this is utter nonsense) began.
I asked the driver if he knew where Eunoch Square is, he confirmed it was the last stop on the route. As it was an unheard destination for me (and everyone on the planet) I was worried about safety.
While contemplating how safe it would be I noticed the bus was about to run somebody over. It was my friends Mother who passed away a number of years ago. I was shocked and wondered how it was possible. The driver unhesitatingly swerved the car to the side of the road to miss her. I woke up and thought another friend of mine would like to hear my bizarre dream so I started to look up his number.
At this point I actually woke up and realised I had another dream within a dream. Oops.

Cops and Robbers, ok come to think of it actually just Robbers.

Having moved to a new area I was walking home in the dark. The road is long and dark with some tall trees at one side of the road. My girlfriend is home alone and waiting for my arrival.
Quite surprised to see a large gang standing a couple of hundred yards down the road from our gate. Without making it too obvious I increase my pace. Relieved to be almost at the gate and they haven't come any closer.
But just as I reach for the gate I see that they've come closer in a nanosecond. I recognise them as a Brazilian street gang. They point guns at me and tell me to lie down and face the ground. Is this how it's done in Brazil?
They quickly enter the house and are gone in under a minute.
Once the coast is clear I rush into the house. My girlfriend notes that we have been robbed but we struggle to find what has actually been stolen. There is also a good feeling about how we survived and I'm almost indifferent to the whole trauma.

Same night as the post below

Later on that night after dreaming about staples on FHM magazine I had a rather disturbing but brief dream. I was walking down an industrial road towards a garage and an office building. A couple of people I knew turned up and spoke to them briefly.
The last conversation ended when I noticed what was going on in one of the office building. Underneath the escalator an alien disguised as a human was being unmasked on a dentists chair. I decided to go and busy myself and let them get on with it.

Vivid Dream from 2007

I was in my home village on a Sunday morning and I felt I had to walk to the next village which is around 5 miles away. The village I was walking towards was the same except for open grass land beside it. There were a couple of vending machines in the field as well as a small news stand. It was quite literally just a news stand with newspapers, magazines and sweets. Very much lacking in the shelter department.
I decided to pick up an FHM magazine to browse when I noticed Clint Eastwood and his wife approaching. This was most unexpected. Before I could say anything he put a staple on the FHM. I thanked him.

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.