The Winning Number

In this dream I had power and luck. Where I was, I haven't a clue but it involved maybe a music shop or a club. We were told to take pieces of paper. I knew I was going to win as the man next to me preceeded to give me additional paper and take away what I already had. I was left with more than one piece of paper but when the guy came round to collect them, I hurridly wrote my name and had no idea what the date was so left that blank.

Although I knew I was going to win, I didn't know what the prize was and I was still disappointed when the first cube was drawn (I guess this was the dream version of bingo) and it was red and number 43. After the caller shouted that no one had that number my hopes picked up and it was yellow and 15... the winner was Sebbie... um Debbie. I wasn't overly excited - I guess knowing I was going to win takes away all the joy of it until my favourite singer was up a few steps about to sing a song.

The room was pretty full for the draw but with my power I convinced people they didn't like her and they turned to leave, leaving a pretty empty room. I walked towards her and a friend from school put her arm through mine with another girl and we were standing in front of her singing her songs. I don't know if Laura, Laura or Mairi like her music but they were singing along and I'm sure we were in the same French class at school.

After she'd finished singing it was time for my prize. As I walked past the counter a guy wanted to give me a hug... no idea who he was... then I ascended the stairs to be presented what looked like a medal... not too sure. I cried, she cried then guy said it was time to go. And I woke up! Ahhh!

The Apprentice?

I've had a few dreams since my first post but remember so few details I couldn't say much about them.

Last night it was all about business much in the same vein as the Apprentice. Two teams battling it out to make the most money. We were holding an event with many stalls. There was so much food it ended up a slide down a thin path at which point my dream changed. (I'm sure my team won though!).

Then I was with him. Good to know I can still get a hug in my dreams. I'm not sure what country we were in but someone was setting off fireworks during daylight and even then they were beautiful. As soon as I grabbed my camera they stopped.

Sometimes just don't want the alarm to interrupt.

My Unreality

Do you ever have a dream you want to remember? I've always been lucky and dreamed a lot. No matter how unrealistic or how scary my dreams may be, they are mine and I love every moment of them.

Sure I've had the dreams of running away from things, fires, flying etc but it's the detail of my dreams that no one else can share. In the past I've loved, I've been hurt, I've been to places that just don't exist.

My dreams are so vivid, so real.

I've started this blog because of one little boy. Who he is, I may never know. There are so many parts of this dream I can't remember but this is what makes dreams exciting. With my arm around him he was leading me through a room, to whom I don't know.

I've built a church on a hill. I've visited a church with pristine gardens and such breathtaking architecture. I've danced on tables in an elaborately decorated room with a man I've only ever seen online. I've flown in a helicopter over the greenest hills. I've eaten ice cream in France. I've caved my head in hitting it against a wall. I watched you die again but this time your last words were 'I love you'.

I'm not looking to understand. It's maybe the last thing I hope to achieve from this. I just want to remember. Where do I go? Who am I with? Will any of these things become reality or are they forever my unreality?