A dream about flying and levitating
This dream happened in so many parts that I can’t remember it in sequence. It was a really long dream. At first, I was flying, but it was in a kind of musical. The song was vivid at the time, but I don’t remember it now. I was flying in all directions, totally wild, and really enjoying it.
Next thing I knew, I was at my old school in the gym. There were two girls fighting over a laptop, and I had to save them for some reason. I grabbed one of them to stop them fighting, and pulled her away with all my strength.
Then I was at the school field and I walked over to my old friends James, Ben and Katie. They were hostile toward me and refused to talk to me. I have dreams like this quite often. In the dreams, I always see people I haven’t met for a while and they don’t like me. I asked them if they were going anywhere, and they mocked me and ran off to play together.
Finally, I was in the living room of my own house, kind of levitating, as I often do in my dreams. My old friend Jason was in the room, and I was levitating to show off to him, but it was kind of a trick, because nobody else knew that I could do it except him. When somebody else came into the room, I stopped floating so that they wouldn’t see.
Such a strange dream.
A dream of digging up the past
Another very strange dream last night. This time I was back in the village I used to live in and I was wandering around seeing how everything looked. It was pretty much the same as I knew it, only some of the road was being dug up by JCB diggers. I walked past that area and made my way to my friend Ben’s house.
I haven’t seen Ben for years but I recently found him on Facebook, so I suppose that’s why I was dreaming of him. I had my old skateboard with me for some reason and I was keen to skate to Ben’s house.
When I got there, I pulled the hood on my hoodie up over my head and went to the front door. Ben answered and we chatted. I noticed that he was wearing the exact same blue hoodie as I was. Ben’s mum then appeared and said that I looked like Frank Sinatra. The whole thing was totally surreal.
Ben was all grown up, but I don’t know why I had gone to see him and not somebody else. The hoodie I was wearing was my favorite jumper for about three years. There were so many flashes to the past in this dream, but I don’t understand why they were digging up the road. Maybe that signals that nothing stays the same.
Who the heck is "H"?
I had a dream about a friend of mine. In the dream, my friend Gavin was walking toward me and I was really pleased to see him. For some reason, he was really angry with me. He told me that he was angry because of a person named “H” whom I had apparently known before Gavin. He was angry with me just for knowing this “H”.
The problem I had was that I couldn’t remember who “H” was and what Gavin was on about. I woke up and tried to figure this one out, but couldn’t. What could “H” possibly symbolize? Thinking about the letter and what it makes me think of, the only thing that comes to mind is “H” from the British music band Steps. I hated that guy because he was very annoying whenever he was on TV; kind of like a hyperactive child.
Could he somehow be in my thoughts? I can’t think for what reason, nor can I fathom why Gavin would be talking about him. It’s a mystery.
Back to the village
Last night’s main dream was in a familiar setting. I have these dreams every so often. They are set in the village I grew up in, Southwick, in the south-west of England. In this village there were all these quiet roads and cul-de-sacs where we used to play football, tennis, manhunt, and so on.
In my dream, I was with two friends – I think it was Katie and James – and we were all grown up, just walking around the village. My memories of that village and the houses are very vivid, so everything was there in great detail. It felt good to be back there, and though I don’t think any of us were speaking, each of us was reminiscing about our childhoods.
We got to one house and there was a tall figure, all grown up: It was John Ballantine, but some reason I thought his name was Burbage. I used to know another kid called John Burbage, but he was a lot younger than John Ballantine and I wasn’t really friends with him. I called his (incorrect) name: “Burbage! Burbage!” He was standing at the foot of his drive smiling. I haven’t seen him for more than ten years, so I really don’t know what he’d look like, but in my dream his hair was a lot calmer than it used to be. When I knew him, he had this kind of manic, afro-like hair; in my dream he had it cut short and looked quite respectable.
That was all I can remember about this dream. It was a happy dream, as dreams of my childhood always are, although they are always mixed with melancholy because they are of people I will likely never see again.
How old are you?
Recently I had a dream that I was holding a piece of paper. On that piece of paper were printed two names: my name, and the name of someone I know on the Internet named Roger. By my name there was my age, and by Roger’s name it said, “56 years old”. I woke up and thought perhaps, for the first time, my dreams had discovered some sort of psychic power. I sent an email out to Roger to find out how old he was.
To my disappointment, Roger is only 40 years old. I’ve been wracking my brain trying to figure out why 56 is significant, but I can’t work it out. 56 could be the ages of my mother and father, but I’m actually not 100% sure how old my parent are (sorry mum). If my mum is 56 then this dream might start making some sense. I should ask her really.
A stolen kiss
The exact situation I don’t remember, but what I do remember was kissing my friend in a dream last night. She’s a good friend, although in my dream she looked somehow different. Her appearance was much “smoother”, for want of a better word. So what does this dream mean? Do I secretly love my friend? If there are feelings there they are not something I think has much significance. I’d never really given much thought to the idea of kissing her, but maybe there are emotions within my subconscious that are trying to get out. How confusing life is. In my dream, I was definitely aware that kissing my friend was somehow wrong.
Old friends
Last night I dreamt that I was with my best friends from secondary school, Tom, Ed, Julian, and George. They looked exactly as they did the last time I saw them some two years ago. We were out drinking in a pub and were sat in a beer garden. I had a drink of very flat beer, but Ed had a bottle of vodka with him. He poured everyone glasses of vodka redbull, but by the time he got to me he’d run out of vodka. I was frustrated, so I threw the flat beer out of my glass and stormed off.
I walked towards a low wall and jumped over it into a typical English field. I was wearing an old hoodie that I used to wear every day. I pulled the hood up over my head because it was so cold. I decided to go to a shop. The field sloped downwards and I strolled down the hill and found a shop where I planned to buy vodka and something to eat. Outside there were nothing but green apples. I decided I would eat some of the apples and was experiencing the sensation of eating large, juicy Granny Smiths. However, the old, green door to the shop was shut. I looked in through the window and the only thing inside there was a large double bed. The best had no sheets or duvet on it, just an exposed mattress. I stared at the bed for a long time and then woke up.
Starting a new job
I haven’t added to this blog for some time. There is one dream, though, that I wanted to write about. It was set in my old primary school in the south of England. I saw a girl whom I recognised and I called out her name, “Rebecca!” Rebecca was my first real crush as a young boy, and she was my girlfriend for about two or three weeks I think.
Rebecca was wearing a suit and looked very tidy, I on the other hand was wearing a pair of old jeans and a hoodie and felt a little inferior. She didn’t hear me at first, but eventually she turned round and said, “Are you Byron’s brother?” This would be a strange thing for her to say because she didn’t really know my brother. At this point I noticed she was with another man, also wearing a suit, who stood behind her watching. I assumed this man to be her boyfriend and I felt insanely jealous of him. He didn’t speak; he just watched.
I felt shabby in my old clothes. We were in a field and for some reason I did a couple of backward rolls (like kids do in gym class). Rebecca promised she’d be back in a few minutes, and then I woke up.
Rebecca is not representing herself here. When I think of Rebecca I think of desire and dreams. She is wearing a suit which may symbolize work, and as I have just started a new job this seems to fit. At the moment I feel a little inferior to my job and the other people at work. The man watching over Rebecca perhaps symbolises the reality that although I have this job, everything is not as secure as I have convinced myself. Doing a couple of backward rolls could be a way of distancing myself from reality.
Dreaming of friends and new sports
I went out with friends last night and most of them turned up in my dreams when I eventually fell asleep. I wasn’t particularly drunk, which is why I can remember the main dream no doubt. I was trekking through the countryside with my friends Will, Jay, and Gabe. I think we were in Australia, although it looked more like England. We walked across a road and a very cute girl appeared. She was short and looked very young, but we all noticed her and felt attracted to her. She was smiling incessantly; she wouldn’t stop smiling, and we were all enchanted by her. She was Australian and had short, mousey hair. We walked into a field and the girl followed us. We all thought she was awesome, and I made a plan that when nobody was looking I’d run over to her and ask for her phone number.
As she left to walk in a different direction across the field, I saw my chance, but at that point Jay ran over to her and got her phone number. I was a bit saddened because the girl was so pretty, but she had been smiling at each of us with the same level of enthusiasm so I think we all fell for her a little bit.
As we left the girl, we shouted to Tom (another Australian friend) who was at the top of the sloping field, quite far away. We were waiting for him, but because he was drunk, he ran off in the wrong direction. We decided to walk up the slope, to the top of the hill to fetch him. It was there that we found another group of people. They were playing this kind of game where they were all wearing back packs and they’d jump off something really high above the ground and land in a sitting down position on the grass. One of the people playing was the famous DJ from the UK Adam Freeland. It was like a new extreme sport, and I wanted to try it, but was worried I’d injure myself.
I wouldn’t want to say what this dream means without being a little more awake. I’ll get back to it later.
Boom! goes the Hummer
I can only really remember one significant part of this dream, but it was so vivid that I think it must hold some significance. The scene was very clear. I was in the lower car park of my secondary school, and it was exactly as it was when I was there (and not how it is now). There were lots of cars in the car park, and then I noticed my old friend Katie Ridewood (whom I went to primary school with). She was all grown up (I’ve not seen her for more than ten years) and she had a match in her hand. She took of one of the petrol caps from one of the cars, and she threatened to drop the lighted match inside. I begged her not to, and she listened to me.
I was relieved, but then the next thing I new she had lit another match and walked over to a yellow Hummer. She dropped the match in through the hole where she had removed the petrol cap and BOOM! The thing exploded. It was a massive explosion. The Hummer and Katie disappeared, and all that was left was a huge circle of thick, black power that covered everything within range. I was covered in it too, and I started to cough.
I remember there was some sort of investigation after the explosion by a group of teachers, but the rest of the dream is fairly vague. I’ve not got time to try and analyse this now, but I will at some point because this dream was quite interesting.