Strange Dream #1
All the weird films I’ve been watching lately have started to affect my mind. Last night I had a bad dream in which I had gone to London for the day to meet up with a mate who lived there. My mate said that I should crash round his house rather than get the train back late at night. I agreed and went home to his house. I’d not been there before or met his wife and kids (in fact, in real life I’ve no idea who this ‘mate’ actually is – but he was my mate in the dream.).
He had a nice colourful Victorian terrace that would probably be in some bohemian area like Notting Hill. It was about 8ish but still light so probably mid-summer or something. He introduced me to his wife, a blonde who looked between the lead singer of Moloko and Naomi Watts. My mate explained that I would be crashing over. She didn’t seemed too keen to say the least and they had one of those mini-arguments that I couldn’t quite hear and she stomped off. I guessed that she might have had something planned or something, I dunno. Anyway, I told him that I was still happy to get the train back (despite my fear of the London Underground) but he wouldn’t have a word of it. Time passed and I crashed down in the spare room.
This is the bit where it gets scary. I woke up (in my dream) in the middle of the night. Some extra sense had stirred me and my eyes opened widely to see, sitting at the end of the bed staring at me evilly – his wife. She was pointing at me but nobody else was there. This freaked me out both in my dream and, I guess, out of my dream. I couldn’t take my eyes from her gaze, I was frozen in fear. On closer inspection her pointing hand actually contained a lighter a rizla and some tobacco. (?!!!) I wanted to tell her that I didn’t smoke but couldn’t get the words out through fear. She seemed to read my mind and said “For your brother”. How the hell she knew my brother I have no idea. Why she woke me in the middle of the night I have no idea. The freaky scariness of it all woke me up in real life. My breathing was fast and my heart beat was pumping. Helen was stroking my arm.
Now, dream interpreters, what does it all mean?