True Story From 1989

I dreamt that i was sitting on a hill overlooking a cemetary. I wept as the procession rolled by, sad that i wasn't included.

When i spoke to one of my aunts the next day, she told me that my stepmother had died days ago and i'd missed the funeral.

The things is, i couldn't stand the woman, i knew she was ill, and my father was so upset by her passing that he forgot to call me and in the confusion, no one else thought to either.

I was truly sad not to have been there for my dad but her passing did not sadden me.

mousehunt

i was chasing a little white mouse around a grocery store. It seemed that i knew the mouse, I became slowly convinced that it was the reincarnation of someone named George. Once i acknowledged that the little mouse was indeed George, he let me catch him.

Sleepwalking

i was about 15 and my room was covered in posters of the Who, Beatles, The Empire Strikes Back. Barely a spot was uncovered. I dreamt of rearranging all the posters, moving things around. When i awoke, the room had been changed as i had dreamt.

I dreamt that i was watching Saturday Night Live and the musical guest was
Mariah Carey and Black Sabbath singing "Paranoid".

Considering what i've been thru in the last 14months, i think my sub-concious really connected with two known nutters and tried to tell me something. I've felt alot of these lyrics, personally and what is stranger still, i couldn't sing this song if my life depended on it. I had to look up the lyrics. Makes me think hard about where i am in my life.

Finished with my woman cause she couldnt help me with my mind
People think Im insane because I am browning* all the time
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think Ill lose my mind if I dont find something to pacify

Can you help me thought you were my friend
Whoah yeah

I need someone to show me the things in life that I cant find
I cant see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind

Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal

And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state
I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but its too late


*browning
The increasingly popular British pastime of driving in a random direction and following every brown road sign one comes to. (Brown signs indicate recognised tourist 'attractions' - usually shite, e.g. "Rauceby Maize Maze").

One of my most memorable dreams - early 90's

I had been kidnapped by a man and woman. There was no apparent reason, they just held me and kept torturing me with dunks in ice-water. (this was way before iraq/gitmo etc.)

The woman wanted to help me escape but for some reason she could not do it. then she was gone.

I found myself alone, cuffed to a radiator in a bare apartment with the man. He got close enough that i knew it was now or never to make my escape. My hands were loosened enough i knew i could strike. I bowed my head, silently asked God to grant me the strength and with a surprise move i grabbed my captor and swiftly broke his neck, killing him. I could feel his neck twisting, the bones breaking, the sound rushing thru my ears.

I ran away in a panic, i was crying and terrified at what i had been able to do, and then i awoke with a jolt.

My heart was pounding, i was scared senseless, and i was almost in tears. My boyfriend didn't know what had happened to put me in such a state, for a few moments i was disoriented, confused.

That was a terribly vivid dream.